Everyone owes me a favor

Saying goodbye to Thirty-four, Feng Ruyu put on his clothes and walked slowly along the river.

He has a home to return to, but doesn't really want to.

Shenshui is cold and cold, but it is Tianshui after all, which is especially nourishing for people. All kinds of trees grow luxuriantly by the water's edge in accordance with the seasons and seasons.

After wandering around the forest for a few times, Feng Ruzhi climbed up a rosewood tree, sat on the trunk, picked the pods, peeled them open, and sifted carefully in the palm of his hand.

It wasn't until the sky was getting dark and the cicadas were sparse at night that Feng Rugu ended his idle work.

He lifted his long legs, and without any spiritual power, he jumped from the top of the tree more than ten meters above the ground!

A figure who had been waiting for a long time in the forest paused. After realizing that he hadn't used any spiritual power, he sprinted quickly. A few flowers and leaves rose from the monk's robe, and Feng Rugu, who was about to fall heavily to the ground, was caught by the waist. full of.

...like catching a rosary god falling from the sky.

Looking at this face that was blushing slightly due to fatigue, Ruo's expression on the one hand was still dull, and his expression and voice seemed to never be moved by foreign objects. It was so close to embrace Feng Ruyuan, and he was caught following him. The current situation is the same, even Feng Rugu admires his sense of calmness: "Mr. Yunzhong, what are you doing?"

Feng Rugu said bluntly: "Climbing up is already exhausting, if you want to climb down as usual, you will be killed by Feng Er."

Thinking that he was dizzy and fell down from the tree, Ruyi felt relieved for a moment, her long eyelashes drooped, avoiding his eyes, as if as long as this happened, the two of them would not be as close as they are now: "If the poor monk is not here, Yun Will Zhongjun still do as he pleases?"

"Aren't you here?" He smiled and stretched out his hands to clasp the back of Ruyi's neck: "I bet Master has a compassionate heart and won't be willing to leave Feng Er alone."

Ruyi's palms around his waist tightened, and he half put and half threw him down: "...nonsense."

Feng Ruyu gasped in his heart.

Through a layer of clothes, Feng Rugu could feel that the palms of Ru's arms around his waist seemed to be sweating a little.

Feng Ruru thought, probably because of Yelu.

On the other hand, Ru Yi stared at his palms, and estimated that his waist circumference was only three palms at most, which was really too thin.

But he soon realized that his calculations were superfluous: "Go back."

"I won't go back." Feng Rugu said, "I have something on my mind, I don't want to go back to see my brother."

Now that you know that the Seven Flower Seal will be broken again, why make your senior brother worry?

...Since I know that I have met him, I will soften my heart, so it is better not to see him for now.

Ru Yi frowned slightly, and just about to ask, Feng Ru Gu patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "Don't worry, I just went to see Uncle Thirty Four, not to do anything bad."

Ru Yi was taken aback.

After a while, he finally realized that Feng Rugu had misunderstood that he had been following him all the way since just now, because he was afraid that he would cause some unexpected trouble again.

When Feng Rugu said this, it was hard for Ruyi to explain, since he left Jianchuan, he followed him, just because he was afraid that there would be no one to take care of him when he was ill.

He said coldly: "This is the best."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he lowered his head in annoyance and chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice.

For some reason, every time he faced Feng Rugu, his emotions were hard to deal with, and he wished to overflow.

Feng Ruyu felt a little sour and laughed.

He thought, do you really hate me so much?

Since he was not in a hurry to go back, and tricked Ruyi who was following secretly, Feng Rugu simply relied on him: "Master, how about sharing a sword and watching the sunset?"

Ruyi was extremely helpless against this person's whim, and probed his forehead temperature with his knuckles, and found that the temperature had dropped a lot, so he half-ordered: "Go back and rest."

He wanted to use the Buddhist beads to take people away directly, but when he raised his hand habitually, he realized that the Buddhist beads had already been broken into Lizhu and scattered into the sinking water.

Feng Ruyuan took advantage of the situation to act coquettishly: "I don't want to go back. I can't walk anymore either."

Ruyi: "You..."

Feng Ruzhi said softly, "I really can't walk."

Hearing what he said, Ruyi didn't speak again.

When Feng Rugu thought he would find him troublesome and walked away, he beckoned and summoned the "Sign of All Beings", and made a tactic, the wooden sword grew in the wind, and quickly grew to nine feet long.

Feng Ruyuan sat down happily.

Sitting cross-legged on the sword, he just circled slowly over the woods around Jianchuan, and didn't go to high places, so as not to make Feng Ruyuan suffer from the wind and cold for nothing.

Feng Rugu was really restless, so after sitting for a while, he took out a chessboard and two jade pieces from his bag: "Let's talk about a game?"

Ruyi was thinking about where to put his hands, so he saved himself from extra thoughts.

Chess is indeed a good way to distract yourself.

Ru Yi holds black, Feng Ru holds white, the two sit opposite each other, ready to play chess on the sword.

However, as soon as Feng Rugu started the game, Ruyi could tell that this chessboard was not an ordinary chessboard, and the chess game was not an ordinary chess game either.

... This is the "Sword Game".

This is the so-called Dao of Chess in the Daoist School, which contains reason in chess, hides the edge in the piece, falls into the sky, penetrates the long energy, and establishes a void sword realm.

One advance and one retreat, one back and one back on the chessboard, it looks like a chess fight, but it is actually a sword test.

More precisely, it's a heart fight.

Don't move your spiritual power, just compare your mind.

Feng Rugu stroked the chess piece with one finger, and said: "I watched your swordplay today, it gathers Yin energy in the body, and harvests the karmic fruits of all living beings, so the sword's momentum is full of ghosts in green clothes, and corpse clothes covering the sky. Taoist swordsmanship respects heaven and earth. All things, and the Buddhist sword is more advocating the Buddhist principles in the mind, only wishing to have no desires, no desires, no appearances and no objects, using the sword to fight fiercely is the low grade, taking flying flowers and picking leaves as the middle grade, and taking the sword and not killing is the top grade....You This way of the sword is not contaminated, it is a school of its own."

Ruyi knew that Feng Rugu was discussing swords with him.

Judging from his attitude towards each school's swordsmanship perfectly and at ease, it is absolutely difficult for him to be an idiot in swordsmanship.

People who also love swords, like a pair of him have a different mood.

He said: "I am not a Buddhist, but a protector of the Buddha. Since I am not a Buddhist, how can I restrict my means?"

Feng Rugu smiled lightly: "That's true. Among the Arhats there are also angry-eyed Vajras. However, if you hold ghosts in your body, use Yuanyang to restrain them, and only release them at critical moments, you can at most exert seven parts of the power of the Saha Sword Technique."

Ru Yi looked into his eyes: "But listen to Yun Zhongjun's advice."

Feng Ruru picked up his son and laughed.

He is good at ingenuity on the sword, and the Guixu swordsmanship ranges from thirteen moves to eighty-one moves, all created by him with great care.

But since he was a child, his family's Xiao Hongchen had a much better view of the overall situation in kendo than he did.

As the saying goes, it means that he can easily see the essence, strengths and weaknesses of the sword technique, as well as the method of cracking it.

... Such a child should be born to carry a three-foot sword, and make great achievements in the world.

To give an example, the Guixu swordsmanship is so complicated and there are many strange changes, but Xiao Hongchen only watched and secretly learned it for a day or two, and then asked him during the meal: "Yifu's swordsmanship is like the shape of water, and a wave sits thousands of feet away." , completely different from another set of swordsmanship taught to me by my foster father, I wonder what kind of swordsmanship it is?"

At that time, Xiao Hongchen's tone was sincere and flat, as if he was just asking for advice on an article that he didn't quite understand.

But based on his few words, Feng Rugu was already convinced that this son was extremely talented, and when he was still unable to hold the sword, he could see through the characteristics of Guixu's swordsmanship that was born on water, and suddenly gave birth to a rare treasure picked up on the street of joy.

Feng Rugu wanted to give him a few more pointers, but he was afraid that his foundation would not be solid, so he practiced advanced swordsmanship, which would be harmful to him, so he stopped thinking and didn't even tell him in detail.

After ten years, relying on his talent, he has grown to the age and vision that he can discuss swords with himself.

With mixed feelings, Feng Rugu said: "You look good."

After all, he dropped a son.

It was clearly a robbery in a chess move, but Ruyi was a flash in front of his eyes, and he was directly led into the sword realm by him.

——Bai Zi condensed into a sword energy, like a surging sea tide, attacking from the sky, the gate of the heavenly capital was rushed open by Yaoran, ghosts were fascinated, and the rainbow was swallowed with anger.

If startled, he immediately greeted him with sunspots.

Just now, when he was exchanging ideas with his adoptive father, each of them held back their hands.

The adoptive father kept his hand, Xu was afraid of hurting himself, but Ruyi was afraid that the adoptive father would see through his dark tide, so he dared not use all his strength rashly.

But in front of Feng Rugu, he doesn't have to worry about anything.

Just like the shape imagined by a sunspot under one finger, there is no truth to listen to the treasure, but to open the gate of the forest and ghosts. The ghosts go out, go up to the poor and blue, and go down to the underworld.

And Feng Ruyi's sword technique, Ruyi, is the first time he has seen it in his life.

The sword masters the wind, the movement is light and agile, and it contains ingenious thoughts. Sometimes the sword path looks similar, but the shape and meaning can be freely transformed. It all depends on an exquisite sword heart and a lightning-fast sword. , squandering his aura almost recklessly.

Moreover, this sword technique is very consistent with his old temperament, only attacking but not defending, only advancing and not retreating, very mad and arrogant.

An arrogant lunatic and a calm lunatic, the two compare their swords in spirit, they meet their opponents in chess, and the sword meets their bosom friend, and the battle between square inches is extremely smooth.

In the illusion, Feng Rugu was cut off with an arm, like a waist and abdomen were cut open by a sword, but no one was willing to give up.

After a game of chess, both of them were sweating profusely.

After the sword aura in front of them dissipated, the two returned to reality.

They were still sitting on the swords and playing chess, the surroundings were calm and the wind passing over their bodies was very comfortable, without any killing intent.

The only thing that still has a murderous look is the black and white pieces on the chessboard, like two fighting dragons, each other is scarred, but the white piece wins in the end, with a roar, it overturns the black dragon.

In the end, Feng Rugu only won against the half son.

Feng Ruyuan clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "Happy! It's been a long time since I've had such a good time!"

Ruyi escaped from the sword realm, rubbed his fingertips that were slightly cool from the chess pieces, but his palms were hot, his wrists trembled slightly, and the depression from the sword competition with his adoptive father just now was swept away.

Just now, Feng Rugu introduced the principles of swordsmanship through chess, pointing out the disadvantages of the Saha swordsmanship.

——Ruyi has always advocated killing to stop killing, using swords to integrate karma, using the soul of Yin soldiers to use for oneself, but usually using Yang Qi to suppress it, which inevitably reduces the power of swordsmanship.

Feng Ruyuan messed with the situation on the sword, and pointed out a bright way for him.

There are many karmic fruits in his sword, but there are different strengths and weaknesses, and it is easy to be defeated by each one.

... The best solution is to use the method of raising Gu, let all the family members fight in the sword, screen out the strong ones, and then set aside a shade in the Dan Palace, use the body to feed the evil spirits, and fight with the evil spirits. The symbiosis, help it strong, make it for your own use.

If Ruyi's famous mentor in Hanshan Temple heard this kind of cultivation method, he would definitely stumble and shout absurd.

If one does not obey the precept of killing, and introduces the karma to one's body, one's feet are already deep in the mud, and the path to the western bliss is cut off. How can there be any reason to cultivate the karma in one's own body?

But if you practice swords, you are never limited by these Buddhist principles.

He deeply believed in Feng Rugu's advice, and for a moment he drew Feng Ruyu as his sword ally in his heart.

He asked Feng Rugu: "Is this the Guixu swordsmanship?"

Feng Ruyuan threw the last chess piece into the chess jar, and made a crisp click: "No."

"What is the name of the sword?"

"Useless swordsmanship." Feng Ruyuan blurted out, with a bit of self-mockery in his voice, but quickly changed his words, "Oh, no, random swordsmanship."

...Ruyi suspects that he said it casually.

The misty sword intent scattered in heaven and earth out of thin air.

The setting sun is about to fall, and the green hills are dyed with thousands of feet of jade.

Feng Ruyuan put away the chessboard and idly crossed his feet.

After a sword fight, Feng Ruzhi's repression of being tricked by the swordsman Tang and bringing back memories of his old enemies also disappeared with the wind, how refreshing.

He simply chatted with Ruyi: "Little Ruyi, if one day you meet your enemy, what will you do? Kill him, or let him go?"

Ruyi thought for a while and said, "Buddhism doesn't talk about enemies, it only talks about cause and effect. The so-called enemies are nothing but unvirtuous causes and effects."

Feng Ruyu raised his eyebrows: "So?"

Ruyi: "So the poor monk will eliminate cause and effect."

Feng Ruyu: "Huaxiao?"

Ru Yi said coldly: "It is to make this cause and effect completely disappear from the world."

Ruyi has been raised in Hanshan Temple for ten years, but he still can't cultivate a Buddhist heart.

In other words, he shouldn't be a Buddhist family.

It's like living in the midst of thousands of malice and desires, wasting nine years of ignorance in the world, not knowing what love is, what is relative, what is friendship.

When he was young, he grew freely like a beast and a plant, so he developed his cold nature.

As a result, no matter how many Buddhist scriptures there are, it will not be able to warm a heart of stone.

In the three thousand worlds, only the adoptive father can soften his heart, for fear of hurting him.

Ruyi thought that Feng Rugu would laugh at him for ten years of cultivation in the holy land of Buddhism, but he still didn't know how to be good. Unexpectedly, Feng Rugu nodded in agreement: "Yes, cause and effect must be resolved. It becomes an injustice. It is not only one’s own injustice, but also the injustice of others, so it is imperative to eliminate the cause and effect.”

He paused, and said again: "...No matter the price."

After all, Feng Rugu naturally cuddled on Ruyi's shoulders, clasping his hands in his sleeves, like a cat's movement of putting his feet in his arms, as if he didn't feel how frivolous his actions were: "I'm tired. Let me I'll lean on it."

He came out after taking the medicine, and experienced a fierce sword fight. Although he never used his spiritual power, it is normal for him to be mentally tired.

Ruyi moved his lips slightly, but did not drive him away.

He thought it would be okay to let him take a break.

He asked: "Mr. Yun Zhong wants to go back now?"

Feng Rugu said, "Let's fly for a while."

Ruyi said: "Okay."

Even Ruyi didn't realize it, the corners of his mouth slightly raised a little bit imperceptibly.

Feng Rugu's eyes were slightly closed. Because of his thirst, the corners of his eyes were light red, and the extended arcs were very charming.

Ru Yi didn't deliberately lower his head to look at him, but gently stroked the few strands of hair hanging down Feng Ru Gu's forehead with his knuckles.

Unexpectedly, Feng Ruzhi closed his eyes, stretched out his hand, and groped on the sword, as if he was looking for Ruyi's hand.

Ruyi thought that he had discovered his small movements, so he hurriedly put down his hands, let his arms hang down naturally, and let his palms be caught by Feng Ruyi.

He said with a guilty conscience: "Mr. Yunzhong, please respect yourself."

Feng Ruyu smiled seductively, and let go of his hand obediently.

Ruyi felt a little empty in his heart, and was actually a little frustrated.

And the next moment, Feng Ruyuan hung something on his tiger's mouth.

...a string of red bean beads.

There are a total of 42 red beans, meaning the 42 positions of "ten dwellings, ten lines, ten directions, ten grounds, equal enlightenment, and wonderful enlightenment" when the Bodhisattva practiced. , the pattern on it is actually connected, it is not difficult to imagine how careful and meticulous the person in front of you is when choosing red beans.

He might have to peel an entire red bean tree to find these dozens of red beans with connected patterns.

When Ru thinks of the figure that jumped from the red bean tree, the tip of his heart feels slightly hot when the long hair hanging from his shoulders is brushed against him.

"That Tang swordsman came because of me, and your prayer beads were broken because of me. I should pay you a string." Feng Rugu spoke as if this was a very normal thing, and he licked his shoulder. Li rubbed his hands and pointed, "Shoulders are low. It's uncomfortable to sleep."

Ruyi held his shoulders and placed him on her lap.

Feng Ruyu was stunned for a moment by this overly intimate behavior, opened one eye, and faced Shang Ruyi's eyes that were looking at him too intently, he became happy for no reason, and his smile was a little sincere: "Really! good."

As he spoke, he fumbled to pull the other end of the prayer bead and wrapped it around his right wrist.

"If you accidentally let the sword fly above the submerged water, remember to wake me up." Feng Ruyuan joked, "Feng Er is good at swimming, so it's okay to save Master Ruyi again."

Ruyi responded in a low voice: "Yes."

After Feng Rugu fell asleep, Ruyi dared to look carefully at the string of red bean beads.

On closer inspection, his heart trembled even more.

On the bead string, a complete "Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra" was actually engraved with a dark needle.

...what a well thought out gift.

Ruyi couldn't help but look down at him.

Feng Ruyu put his mind to rest for the time being, and really fell asleep.

Ruyi only realized at this moment, because it was too late to find the thimble, Feng Ruzhi left two bright red needle marks on the tips of his index finger and thumb.

From the first time Ruyi saw him in front of the Green Bamboo Hall in Fengling Mountain, his complexion was always pale and ischemic, his long black hair was scattered on Ruyi's knees, and his slender and beautiful eyebrows were hidden in the messy forehead , looks both pitiful and cute.

The sky is getting darker, the moon is shining on the cold river, and there is a boundless scene of wind and moon.

Ruyi stretched out his hand to the sky, peeled off a section of moonlight, formed a hair band, gently combed his messy hair with his fingertips, and tied it with a hair band after he had sorted out the clues, and slung his long hair on his shoulders .

But Ruyi soon realized that his behavior was weird, and the appearance of Guan Feng still tied with hair on his shoulders overlapped with Chang Boning's figure to some extent. He threw it in the air again, causing his black hair to scatter along the blade again.

The two of them walked through the forest near Jianchuan without saying a word, enjoying the sound of pine and bamboo, but they didn't realize that there was a figure with a lantern in the forest.

Chang Boning warmed books and made tea in his room, drank two pots of tea, finished reading three books, waited for a long time and did not return, saw that it was getting late, and worried that he was busy, so he went out to look for him, just saw the two people were intimate, together night tour.

He grasped the clothes on his chest in a daze, pulled them tightly, lowered his head and took a small breath to relieve the suffocation.

After a while, Chang Boning turned around and walked towards Jianchuan.

...Rusu has always felt guilty towards his adopted son in his heart, and it is normal for him to be more intimate and caring after not seeing him for a long time.

Just be happy as usual.

Chang Boning failed to calm down, and didn't want to return to Jianchuan for a while, so he simply walked away from the two, wanting to relax.

When walking around to the bamboo forest behind Jianchuan, Chang Boning accidentally bumped into a cold figure in black clothes.

This person has spiritual energy, but does not carry a sword. He just leans under the pomegranate tree and looks up at the stars.

Chang Boning faintly felt that this figure looked familiar.

But he stayed in Fengling Mountain for a long time, he was not good at socializing, and his ability to recognize faces was extremely slack, he couldn't think of whether he had ever met this person before, fearing that he would lose his manners, so he had to say hello.

"Chang Boning is in Xiafengling." Chang Boning cupped his hands gracefully, "May I ask where is the fellow Taoist stargazing here?"

The man suddenly heard people's voice, he paused, turned around, his face was covered with crimson gauze, only showing a pair of narrow phoenix eyes, looking at him quietly.

Chang Boning looked at him with a kind face, but couldn't remember who it was, he just looked at him expectantly, waiting for a response.

The man said for a long while: "Scattered immortals wandering the Tao, they are nothing worth mentioning."