Everyone owes me a favor

Feng Ruyu rested on the sword for a while, and when he returned to Jianchuan, it was already the time when the moon went up to the east tower.

After taking a good night's sleep, taking the medicine, and sweating again, Feng Rugu felt a lot refreshed, but he was a little surprised when he came back and couldn't find his senior brother.

He knew that with his senior brother's temperament of knowing etiquette, even if he had something to leave, he would ask someone to tell him. Now that he has not heard a word, he must still be in Jianchuan, so he is not in a hurry to rest, lying on the table, waiting for his senior brother Come back, and at the same time focus on watching the lantern flowers burst open one by one like golden chestnuts.

When Chang Boning came back, he saw Feng Rugu leaning against the table, looking at the lanterns.

Hearing the sound of the door, Feng Rugu turned his face, with a little water in his eyes.

It's not because he's sleepy or anything else, Feng Rugu's eyes are naturally watery, and when he looks at people, he always gives people the illusion of "this person is passionate".

When Chang Boning saw him, he smiled from the bottom of his heart, hooked the door with his foot, and tried the temperature of his forehead first to confirm that the heat had subsided, before he felt at ease: "Have you gone to see a guest?"

"I haven't questioned my senior brother yet, but my senior brother has started to get to the bottom of me." Feng Rugu slapped me shamelessly, "Where did senior brother go?"

Chang Boning withdrew some of the facts, and answered others truthfully: "While wandering around Jianchuan, I met a fellow Taoist and had a good conversation with him, and I forgot the time before I knew it."

Feng Rugu: "What are you talking about?"

"It's just planting flowers and plants, and the scenery of the four seasons."

"So bored?"

Chang Boning pursed his lips and smiled lightly, obviously admiring this friend whom he met by chance: "...he understands."

"Flowers and plants in the world, in my opinion, can only be eaten or not, and beautiful or not." Feng Rugu rested his chin and said softly, "But I know that the flowers planted by senior brother are the most beautiful in the world. "

Feng Rugu had been raised in isolation in the mountains for ten years, so much so that when he speaks today, he still has a flamboyant and childish tone of a young man.

Chang Boning laughed, with sweetness in his heart, and sat down at the table.

He didn't tell Feng Ruru about the correspondence with that fellow Taoist who met by chance.

In Chang Boning's view, this is just a trivial matter.

He considered his words, and tentatively asked: "As before, you and Ru..."

"Senior brother." Feng Rugu had another thing on his mind, interrupted him, played with the teacup casually, and asked him, "Do you still remember Han Jing?"

Today, when the bridge was broken, in the mist, Feng Rugu and the Tang swordsman looked at each other from a distance.

Tang Dao Ke wears a bronze ghost mask, but his figure standing with the sword is very similar to his old friend, but compared to Han Jing, the man's waist has been reduced a bit, and his temperament has also changed greatly. .

He thought, Senior Brother and Senior Brother Han were about the same age, and had entered the Tao at about the same time, so he thought they would be more familiar with each other.

Unexpectedly, Chang Boning's eyes showed a little puzzlement: "...Who is Han Jing?"

Feng Ruyu was taken aback, clicked his tongue, leaned over, and patted Chang Boning's forehead lightly: "Do you remember?"

Outsiders say that Duanrong Jun Chang Boning has a pure heart and is clear inside and out, but in Feng Rugu's view, he is seven parts pure and three parts dull, and sometimes he is really angry.

That three-point dullness is because he is extraordinarily clumsy about human feelings, extraordinarily slow about human faces, and extraordinarily insensitive to names.

Chang Boning touched his forehead, reacted for a while, and finally remembered who Han Jing was.

It's just that the old man's description, after ten years, has already faded in his heart. No matter how much grief there is, it seems to be covered with a veil, and the feeling is not clear.

What's more, in the "Leaving World" that year, Han Jing disappeared, but Feng Rugu lost half of his flesh and blood, one eye was seriously injured, and his mana was almost completely useless.

From then on, Chang Boning kept Feng Rugu in his heart all the time, making him worry about him day and night.

Compared with him, anyone is as pale as dust.

Even if it was brought up at this time, Chang Boning was still worried that Feng Ru would live in the past, afraid that he would recall the unbearable past ten years ago: "It's so good, why did you suddenly think of him?"

At that time, Han Jing disappeared in the legacy world, and his teacher Danyang Peak pointed to Yuejun Quchi. When the gate of the legacy world opened in March, he would definitely follow the trail, carrying a whisk and a long sword, Go in and out of the gate of the lost world, looking for a lover.

He was walking on the long street of the ruins, without changing into his normal clothes, without concealing his spiritual breath, and the Demon Dao dared not step forward to stop him in the slightest.

Until he has reached the realm of a saint, if he stays here again, the balance of heaven and earth in this world will be disrupted.

At this time, the gate of the legacy was reopening, and Qu Chi also gave himself a time limit.

He insisted on carrying the sky thunder for fifteen days.

He walked alone on the streets of the ruined world, resisting the lightning strike alone.

Wherever Qu Chi went, within a hundred miles, the wind was flying and thundering, and people of the devil way all retreated.

This is his last search for an apprentice.

Fifteen days later, Zhiyue Lord Qu Chi flew to the upper realm with a peach blossom tree and regrets in his heart.

Before leaving, Qu Chi summoned all the Taoists and said many important things. Finally, he said, if fellow Taoists see his disciple somewhere in the world, please tell him that the master's gate is always open for him. Yes, there are peach blossom cakes at home, and the peach blossom wine that he buried under the peach blossom forest on the day he entered the school in the past.

Feng Rugu's injuries were not healed at that time, so he could only stay in Fengling Mountain to recuperate. Hearing what Qu Chi said, he still felt sad.

Both senior brother and senior brother Han are gentlemen, and the friendship between gentlemen has always been as smooth as water.

It’s okay if you don’t remember, but if you remember, it just adds to your sadness.

Feng Ruyuan took out the cigarette pouch in a habitual manner, but found that the bamboo tobacco leaves were gone.

...Tomorrow, I should go to Luojiu's to ask for some.

Thinking about daily things like this, the sadness in Feng Rugu's heart was also diluted a lot.

He swept out a bit of residual leaf from the bottom of the pipe, and barely lit a thread of incense on the lamp: "It's nothing. It's just that I suddenly thought of an old friend."

On a whim, he asked again: "Brother, if one day I disappear like Senior Brother Han..."

Chang Boning was seriously wondering: "Why did it disappear?"

Feng Ruzhi hid his face behind the smoke, leaving only a pair of bright eyes: "At that time, brother, it's best to forget about me quickly."

Hearing such crazy words, Chang Boning once again thought that his head was thinking about something out of tune: "Stupid words."

Feng Ruzhi smiled and smoked, and looked much better.

Seeing him like this, Chang Boning felt relieved: "Where are you going next?"

Feng Rugu said: "Tomorrow we will rest for half a day, and we will leave in the afternoon."

Chang Boning: "In such a hurry?"

"I still need to find someone else."

"who?"

Feng Rugu held his cigarette holder in his mouth, and clouds gushed out of his mouth: "In the righteous way, if you want to subdue demons and punish evil, you should first recommend Fengling, Danyang, and Ying Tianchuan; That person's gone."

After sending Chang Boning away, Feng Ruyu smoked the half bag of cigarettes relished, then removed all the clothes, stood in front of the mirror, and watched carefully.

The half body of the young man in the mirror is snow-skinned and the skin is damaged. Although there are green lotuses covering it, the clear leaves and white stones can't cover up the winding old scars after all. It's not even as natural as the red lotus blooming in the waist and abdomen.

He pressed the red lotus petals blooming on his lower abdomen.

The damaged Nascent Soul was stimulated and immediately went into a fit.

But it's also the old sting, the pain comes and goes, but I'm used to it.

Feng Ruyuan held the bronze mirror and looked at himself in the mirror.

He has always loved beauty. Back then when his injuries healed, he looked at himself in the mirror and saw that his body had been damaged into such an unsightly appearance. He was also distraught in pain. mirror.

Thinking about it now, it's a waste.

Thinking of his self-willed appearance when Chuchu was injured, Feng Rugu's lips curled into a smile, and for some reason, he pointed at the Rudou light and pointed his finger back.

When he was young, he was able to store sword energy in his fingers. He believed that with the moon in his fingers, he could cut a section of moonlight and make hair for the sleeping little mortal.

And now he can't even put out a lamp.

Feng Ruyi didn't have much regret.

He laughed at himself, walked to the lamp, bent down, and blew out the oil lamp.

In the long sky and January, the clear shadows cast down along the window lattice like blue salt, were divided into small spots of light.

Feng Ruyuan threw himself on the bed, rolled over, and didn't rush to close the quilt. He looked at the ceiling, raised his hand, and covered his good left eye.

Immediately, the light in the room dimmed, and everything around seemed to be covered with a green veil, making it hard to see clearly.

He hugged the quilt and sat up suddenly, suddenly felt inexplicable loneliness and coldness.

It's ridiculous to confide in this state of mind to the two apprentices.

The senior brother has cared too much for him these years, to the point where Feng Ruyu is helpless.

He didn't intend to arouse senior brother's sorrow.

Feng Rugu thought about it, but he only thought of one person who could let him act wildly at this moment.

...Anyway, I was already a shameless old man with him, so he probably wouldn't hate me any more.

Compared to relying on an intimate relationship, Feng Rugu is more used to being hated by others.

He is not a teenager anymore.

People at that time always cherished their own reputation the most, and when they were criticized later, they could still say with a smile that you were all jealous.

Now, his feathers have long been in a mess, so what can he do with his reputation and face?

When entering Ruyi's room, he used the most annoying method: without saying hello, he opened the window to enter.

But unfortunately, he missed it.

Ruyi and Haijing went to evening class.

The rules of Buddhism are much greater than those of Taoism. There are routine lessons every day, from the abbot of the temple to the novice monk.

Today, Ruyi and him fell into the water and wandered around again, which delayed a lot of practice time.

Since Ruyi is in good health, he will go to the class.

He's always been so disciplined.

This guest room is divided into inner and outer rooms, Haijing and Ruyi have different identities, he sleeps on a small bed in the outer room, and the master bedroom belongs to Ruyi.

There is no owner to guard this place for the time being, Feng Rugu simply threw off his shoes, and crawled into the master bedroom bed covered in cold air, wrapped himself up properly, and made up his mind to scare Ruyi when he came back.

He tossed and turned on the bed, thinking whether it would be better to hide under the quilt and show half of his face, or to wrap his whole body tightly and trick Ruyi into taking off all his clothes.

Thinking of his embarrassing and ashamed face, Feng Ruzhi felt a bit of a bad pleasure of bullying his juniors.

Thinking about it, Feng Rugu felt sleepy.

Just now, he walked out of his room and opened the window himself. For Feng Rugu now, this was a lot of work.

With his cold hands and feet, he fell asleep in the same quilt like a cat.

Before he knew it, his plan was in vain.

After about two sticks of incense, Ruyi went back to the room with the sea clean.

Just now when he was practicing, Hai Jing noticed Ru Yi's wrist, but he didn't dare to ask.

After entering the room, he poured a cup of warm water for Ruyi, and couldn't help asking: "Little uncle, I've never seen your bracelet before."

Ruyi counted the string of red bean rosary beads, and answered concisely: "It was a gift from someone."

Haijing saw that the patterns on the bracelets were connected, and there were faint silver lines emerging. He was deeply curious, and wanted to reach out to touch it, but Ruyi walked towards the inner room, and just passed him by. Haijing also touched it. null.

He scratched his little bald head in embarrassment, and he couldn't help but think, this red bean is good, but the meaning of "Lovesickness" is a bit off, too immodest.

Seeing Ruyi bypassing the screen, Haijing paused, and uttered a questioning nasal voice: "Huh?"

Hai Jing, who was about to lean over to make the bed, heard the sound and asked, "Little uncle, what's the matter?"

Ruyi stared at Feng Rugu who was sleeping on his bed, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly: "It's nothing. A cat jumped out of the window and came in."