Everyone owes me a favor

Haijing let out an "ah".

Seeing that Ruyi did not have anything to tell him to do, Haijing quickly made the bed and rested.

In the inner room, Ruyi walked slowly to the side of the bed and sat down.

He didn't believe that the cat who liked to behave mischievously recognized the wrong door, only believed that he did it on purpose.

When he was asleep, Feng Rugu looked more like a young master brought up in a rich mansion than when he was awake. His skin was white and his hair was black, scattered randomly on the plain satin pillow, making people tickle inexplicably.

Probably because he slept warmly, there was a rare tinge of blood on his cheeks, his exposed toes were curled up as if afraid of the cold, the color of his toes was light red, his whole body was like a scroll of scriptures spread out flat, At first glance, it looks frivolous, but inside it is full of meaning, which can be described as beautiful.

When Ru Yi was comprehending the scriptures that were spread out on his bed privately, the person on the bed opened his eyes without warning.

Ruyi coughed unnecessarily, and after coughing, he became slightly annoyed by this vague desire to hide it, so his voice sounded very cold: "Are you awake?"

Feng Ruyuan fell into a drowsy sleep, blinked at him for a while, and asked, "...Why did you come to my room?"

Ru took a look around and reconfirmed that this was his living room.

However, he did not expose Feng Rugu who had entered the house privately, occupied the magpie's nest and beat him upside down, and asked politely, "What do you think, Mr. Yunzhong?"

Feng Rugu hadn't woken up yet, half of his consciousness was still being dragged in a muddy nightmare, and he said vaguely, "You came to kill me."

Ru was startled for a moment, then almost laughed angrily.

He suspected that the man hadn't even recognized who he was.

Ruyi asked, "Why should I kill you?"

Feng Rugu, who was not awake, had his fallacy: "There are many people in the world who want to kill me."

Ru Yi had no choice but to take this sleepy man, so he poured a glass of warm water and put it within his reach.

As soon as he put down the teacup, Feng Ruzhi muttered something.

"...If it's you, everything is up to you."

Feng Rugu had a smile on his face, but he had an insane heart.

If it is said that the heartless Feng Rugu has genuine regrets towards someone in his life, then he owes his little Hongchen a promised home.

... I owed it for a full ten years, and I still haven't paid it off.

Feng Rugu thought in a daze, although he has lived a life of glass, but this fragile life is not something anyone can take away if he wants to. If he is not careful, he will be blinded by broken glass.

But it's different.

This is the only person he has cared about in his life.

He had given him the best hope in the world, but he had to disappoint him, so Feng Ruzhishe had no choice but to fulfill any of his wishes.

If he wants to hate himself, let him hate it; it doesn't matter if he hates himself so much that he wants to kill himself.

...It's better to be disgusted than to be distressed.

Thinking about it, Feng Rugu closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

As for his sleep talk, he just laughed it off and covered the quilt for this ancestor who didn't make any sense.

He wasn't very sleepy, and he needed time to think about whether he was going to sleep in bed tonight.

It wasn't until he turned on the oil lamp, picked up the scriptures, and was about to review the evening class again, that a thought suddenly flashed through his mind——

He connected Feng Ruru's sentence with the previous sentence to understand what he meant.

Ru Yi, who turned his back to Feng Ru Gu on the bed, felt a little flustered for unknown reasons, and didn't dare to look back at him.

Under the blue light, the Buddha scrolls turned yellow, which was a solemn scene, but the corners of Ruyi's mouth couldn't help but want to twitch upwards.

While rubbing the pages of the book with her fingertips, Ruyi suddenly felt something strange in her chest.

He looked down and couldn't help being stunned.

Even though he was covered by his clothes, there was still a glimmer of light, secretly flowing under his monk's robe.

It may not be very conspicuous in daylight, but it is particularly eye-catching in dimly lit places.

Ruyi opened the front of the front, frowned and looked at the bright blue pattern on the chest.

...What is this?

The blue lines left by the love jade are neither painful nor itchy, so Ru will forget its existence for a while, and even feel strange when looking at it.

Suddenly, Feng Ruzhi's lazy voice, which seemed to be always a little sleepy, sounded in his ear: "Only when there is true love and heartbeat, the imprint will shine—"

Ruyi suddenly got up, in panic and anger, he almost overturned the scriptures and the blue lantern together.

The light was shaken, fluttered for a while, and then went out.

The only source of light in the room was the light from the blue pattern on his chest that sprinkled half of the room, blatantly announcing that a person was in love.

Ruyi was startled and ashamed, his cold face flushed red.

What's the truth?What contemplation?

how could he-

The string of red beans that Feng Ruyuan personally picked for him is still hanging on his wrist, when Ru Ru glanced at the red bean from the corner of his eyes, he felt as if he had been scalded, and flung off the beads like a poisonous snake. Toss the skewers at the table.

The red beans were burning like blood in the heart, hanging along the corner of the table in a thread, against the backdrop of the ancient scrolls of blue lanterns, they were extremely glamorous.

When Feng Ruyuan heard a strange noise, his eyelids moved.

If you see him about to wake up, as if you are facing an enemy, step back two steps facing the bed.

However, Feng Rugu was indeed extremely tired, so he just muttered dissatisfiedly, "Fuchun, pack your things lightly", then moved his waist, turned his back to Ruyi, hugged the pillow tightly and fell asleep curled up.

...Luo Fuchun?

He used to come in to pack things while he was sleeping?Isn't that...

When I thought about it for a moment, my heart blazed again.

The jade pattern on Ruyi's chest became brighter and brighter, almost rivaling the moonlight outside the window.

Ruyi immediately stretched out his hand to cover it, as if covering it, the beating heart would no longer exist.

In a panic, he ignited the lamp with one finger, and finally took away some of the color from the shamelessly bright blue light.

At any rate, he stabilized the situation, like facing him, covering Qingwen with one hand, like avoiding snakes and scorpions, retreating step by step, straight back to the screen, feeling like a five-flavored bottle was turned over in his chest, his heart was in a mess, and there was no order.

This is a thing of the devil way. It is a secret trick, and it comes from a brothel. Its owner, Lin Xuejing, is a devil with a eccentric personality and acts recklessly. How can the obstacles set by his things be taken seriously? !

Thinking of this, it's like a little peace of mind.

But something happened to Feng Ruyu again.

As soon as he turned over, the quilt fell to the ground.

Having lost the quilt, Feng Ruzhi felt cold, so he stretched out his hand to grab a few handfuls but they were all empty. Just in time, a gust of cold wind passed through the window, and the cool veil in the room was billowing and flying, and his shoulders couldn't help shaking a few times.

Ruben wanted to cover him with a quilt, but just as he took a step, he backed away, afraid that there would be some disturbing mystery in the test jade on his chest.

From a distance, he picked up the quilt with the "image of all living beings", and lightly covered Feng Rugu's body, and then laboriously tucked the corners for him with the tip of his sword, and then sat in the corner of the room farthest from Feng Rugu, holding the scriptures, Try to be calm.

However, he always felt that there was movement in Feng Rugu's place, and he couldn't control his ears and eyes to look at him from time to time.

After realizing that there was something different in him, Ruyi immediately withdrew his gaze while trying to hide it.

After repeating this a few times, Ruyi blushed slightly, clutching the scroll tightly in embarrassment.

What kind of damned sorcery is this that can affect oneself to such an extent? !

He collected himself and grabbed the clothes on his chest with all his strength.

...it's not normal, it's not right.

As long as he finds that Lin Xuejing and erases the mark on his chest, everything will be back on track.

……

Under the cold moon, there is another sleepless person.

The young man who was chatting with Chang Boning bamboo forest just now sat on a cluster of fiery pomegranate branches outside Jianchuan, his body moved and swayed with the wind shaking the branches.

He has taken off the crimson veil on his face, revealing a cold and elegant face.

He, who didn't wear any sharp weapon just now, held a Tang knife full of evil spirit and blood, and wiped it with his backhand.

Under the moonlight, the knife surface exuded a cold and ominous cold light.

After finishing the knife surface with silk satin, he turned the knife into a streamer, held it in his sleeve, and took out a saber "Spring Breeze Ci Pen" that had followed him for many years, and tied it around his waist.

If there is a bamboo in this world who becomes a spirit and becomes a fairy, it will probably look like him.

After changing the sword into a sword, he took out the communication warrant that Chang Boning gave him from his arms, and slowly traced the pattern of the token with his fingertips.

There is also an elegant scent of rhododendron on the warrant.

He pressed the order to his chest, and his expression was rare and gentle.

It's just that there is a little confusion in this tenderness, as if even he can't figure out what is the reason for this unreasonable tenderness in his chest.

There was a conversation in the distance, as if blown by the wind from the distant past, the voice was muffled and could not be heard clearly.

"...Brother Chang, what do you think is the right way?"

The young man who was talking to him sat in front of him, dressed in a half-worn and soft toga with long sleeves, sitting dignifiedly, and replied firmly: "The world is the right way, and the world is for the public."

He raised his sleeves, politely made a gesture of "please drink tea", and then asked: "What is the difference between good and evil?"

The young man on the opposite side held up a hot teacup: "There is only one righteous way, which is obstructed and long, and there are thousands of evil ways, which are easy and short; The sun in the middle of the sky is open and open; the future of the evil way is uncertain, just like the eternal night, walking with a torch."

The young man paused: "...Although the world believes that there is no tolerance between good and evil, in Bo Ning's view, all Tao is Tao, and there is no difference in essence."

The memory self laughed.

Back then he knew how to laugh.

He asked: "Brother Chang, does the evil way think too ideally?"

The young man did not shy away from his innocence, and said frankly and humbly: "This is just Bo Ning's humble opinion, and it is inevitably superficial."

He didn't answer, but comforted him in a gentle voice: "Shallowness is really out of the question, Brother Chang, don't underestimate yourself. It's a good thing that you don't value the difference between good and evil. There is a younger brother who is known as 'Dao Xie', and it will be subtle, and it will inevitably have some influence."

Chang Boning smiled and said: "Master is different from the old one. If Brother Han asked Master this question, Master would definitely say that as long as you don't wantonly cause harm and only cultivate your own body, then the difference between the three paths only exists Prejudice; as before, I will say, I am the right way, and those who are different from me are all evil ways."

The two smiled at each other.

For the young man on the pomegranate tree, this memory is exceptionally clear.

...unexplained clarity.

The nose brushed the grass with a light fragrance, and a light cloud floated in the sky, everything looked very soft.

The two were surrounded by other people.

Because his master took advantage of his unpreparedness and stole a move from him, Jing Sanchai argued with his master Yingxu Jun about "who is shameless"; Stroking the strings casually, playing two or three ancient rhymes; Yan Jiangnan was drunk, leaning on the lawn under the tree and playing a fan to enjoy the coolness; Fengling Xiaoyao Jun with one hand in front and the other behind his back, exchanging swordsmanship with his lover Feng Ru, Gold and iron collide, tinkling sound.

He and Chang Boning sat in a noisy world, with two cups of weak tea and a pot of incense in front of them.

There were obviously so many people by his side, but he felt that there were only him and Chang Boning under the sky and on the ground.

Although the young man is trapped in memory, it does not delay his reaction to the movement of the outside world.

……someone is coming.

After a rustle of grass leaves, a familiar face appeared under the tree.

"Shi Shujing?" The person who came picked up the pomegranate branch at the bottom, looked up at him, and said in surprise, "I think there is a familiar spiritual power around here, and it really is you.... What are you doing here?"

The young man cut off his memory by himself, covered his veil again, hid his face, jumped down from the tree, and saluted expressionlessly: "Commander Thirty."

"Chief General" is Thirty-four's title in the Bushi sect.

Thirty-four steps forward: "Why are you here?"

The young man raised his eyebrows and said softly: "I heard that something happened to Jianchuan. I have some relationship with Jianchuan, so I came to check."

"You miss the old love." Thirty-four snorted, "Didn't you receive the Yunhai order?"

"Got it." The young man nodded, but he didn't seem to intend to explain his absence.

Thirty-four is also used to this person's own way of doing things, so he only complained: "You are also a Dharma protector from the unworldly sect. Once the order of the sea of ​​clouds comes out, there must be a big event, you don't know it?"