Everyone owes me a favor

Feng Rugu's sleep has always been light, and he was woken up early in the morning by the sound of kicking and drinking outside the window.

It was rare for him to have a peaceful night's sleep, no dreams, no night terrors, and he was really in a good mood.

only……

Feng Ruzhi hugged the quilt, seeing Ru holding his chest with one hand, sleeping at a small table far away from him, he smiled self-deprecatingly.

Ah, sure enough.

At this time, he also tasted the childishness of yesterday's act of opening the window, and he didn't want to make any more noise, so he planned to go out quietly, come quietly, and go quietly.

It's just that when he bent over to fumble for the shoes and socks under the bed, Ruyi opened his eyes and looked at him with clear eyes, not as if he had just woken up, but as if he hadn't slept all night.

When Feng Ruyuan straightened his waist, he quickly closed his eyes again.

Feng Ruyu put on his coat in one piece, lifted his cloud boots upside down, and tiptoed out of the house.

His bare feet landed on the ground, and his ankles slapped lightly.

...like a cat's pad on the ground.

Haijing, who was sleeping outside, heard the door knock, opened his eyes in a daze, and only had time to see a figure sneaking out of the door.

He suspected he was hallucinating.

Why did Yun Zhongjun come out of the junior uncle's room?

When he was curled up in the quilt and his thoughts were a little confused, he saw Ruyi, who was neatly dressed, walk out of the inner screen.

Haijing cheered up quickly, and greeted: "Master Uncle, good morning."

Ruru didn't even look at Haijing at all, but just looked at the open door, thinking of how Feng Ruyuan slipped out of here lightly, couldn't help smiling: "Morning."

He thought, it's normal for a thin waist with three palms to get out through the crack of the door.

But he soon realized that his idea was absurd and unreasonable, as if he had been captured by some unknown sorcery, so that his heart and eyes were all about that person.

Ruyi, who has always had excellent self-control ability, couldn't help feeling annoyed, clenched his fists in his sleeves for a while, and then let them go helplessly.

What is there to worry about?

In the final analysis, it was just a trick of evil spirits, as long as you find Lin Xuejing and force him to release this test jade, all troubles will be eliminated.

……

In summer, the sun comes out very early.

Sitting on the porch, Feng Rugu just put on his shoes and socks, and after a brief wash, he broke out in a thin sweat.

He took out the small fan, and while blowing the wind, he followed the sound to find the source of the sound that woke him up.

Among the flat sand and thin grass, seven or eight disciples of Qingshuangmen were shouting for Cuju, they used two pruned bamboos to build a goal, and tied fine nets on the bamboo poles, and arranged a small Cuju field in a decent manner.

When the disciples saw Feng Rugu, they immediately stopped playing and saluted him.

You boldly greeted him: "Mr. Yunzhong, do you want to come and have a try?"

Feng Ruyuan rolled up his sleeves generously, without hesitation in his rich clothes: "Come!"

If you want to do other sports, such as teaching swordsmanship, Feng Ruyu must push as much as he can.

But the Cuju incident made him miss the distant past.

At the age of 13, Feng Rugu loved Cuju the most.

On his own initiative, he marked out an open space behind the Green Bamboo Hall in Fengling Mountain, sprinkled it with fine sand, wove several rattan-covered leather balls, and often invited friends to play.

Feng Ruyuan loves all kinds of little tricks that show off his skills, he can tip a ball with his toes and change it in thousands of ways.

He tied his hair high with a headband, he was very relaxed and vigorous, and he could pick up a gust of wind with a random pick of the ball: "Brother, catch it!"

Before Chang Boning could catch up, Han Jing, a young man in crimson clothes, jumped forward, blocked the ball with his chest, and easily bounced the ball back and forth twice, but flipped it to Chang Boning.

Jing Sanchai on the side stumbled and shouted: "Senior brother Han! Brother Chang is not on our team!"

Han Jingxiao explained slightly: "He didn't touch the ball today."

While chasing Chang Boning who was dribbling, Jing Sanchai complained: "You might as well be on his team next time!"

Chang Boning tied a misty scarf on his forehead, looking refreshing and neat.

He turned sideways and lightly bypassed the two or three people who came to steal the ball, and gave the ball to Feng Ruyu alone.

I don't know how many people passed by Feng Rugu's side, and the thin spring shirt was already soaked with sweat, and it stuck to the young man's chest, rising and falling slightly with his breathing.

After receiving the ball, he yelled happily, hooked the ball with his heels, and threw it high into the sky.

That takraw ball flew up to Lingyun, as high as a flying bird.

But at this moment after so many years, the ball that he played with a thousand tricks has never been able to reach Feng Ruyu's feet.

He is just a mortal body who cannot use spiritual power, and has countless skills in his chest, but in terms of footwork and body shape, compared with those disciples who have just entered the Qi refining stage and have not formed alchemy, they are extremely clumsy.

After playing with several disciples for more than a quarter of an hour, Feng Ruzhi didn't even touch the ball once.Occasionally, when I was free, I was cut off immediately when I tried to stretch my feet.

After realizing that it was impossible for him to catch up with the ball, Feng Ruyuan simply stopped, holding his knees while laughing and panting.

These youngsters were having a good time playing, besides, on the Cuju field, they didn't have much respect for the title of "Mr. Yunzhong", so they all laughed at him and said, "Mr. Yunzhong doesn't know how to play football at all!"

"That's right." Feng Rugu fanned the wind with the back of his hand, looked at the group of teenagers who were a round younger than himself with a smile, and praised sincerely, "That's great, you guys."

While speaking, Feng Rugu rolled his eyes out of the corner of his eye and realized that Ruyi had come to the sidelines at some point.

I don't know how long he watched himself being bullied by these young people.

"It's just in time." Feng Ruyuan didn't mind, and rushed to the sidelines out of breath, grabbed Ruyi's sleeve, shook it, and brazenly looked for foreign aid, "Master, help me clean them up."

Feng Rugu had taught Cuju to his little Hongchen before.

In this regard, he has never been shameless.

...I can't kick you, can't I ask my son to clean you up?

When Ru saw him running down the field, he became nervous for a moment, and immediately put away the handkerchief that he was clutching in his palm and was about to hand him to wipe his sweat.

When Feng Rugu made the request, Ruyi realized that he hadn't noticed his intention to hand the handkerchief to him, so he breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and then took off the monk's robe, revealing a bunt.

He has broad shoulders and slender waist, and with his outstanding appearance, he is able to wear the bunt with a suave style.

All the disciples thought that a monk could be good at this kind of layman's game, so they laughed and planned to tease him again like they teased Feng Ruyu.

Who would have thought that this person would speak little and have a cold face, but he could handle a ball with ease.

As soon as he entered the court, he deftly dodged several people, raised his foot, and sent the takraw ball directly into the net.

Although his cuju technique was taught by his adoptive father, he has a different temperament from Zhang Yang's escaping adoptive father. He doesn't like to play extra tricks. He just moves his hands behind his back and moves flexibly. In a blink of an eye, he had escaped from the heavy encirclement, and was several feet away.

The seven or eight people present rushed to stop him, but there was nothing they could do about him.

After sending the ball into the net easily again, Ruyi didn't look at Feng Ruyuan, but slowly dribbled the ball back and forth with his feet, as if by doing so, he wasn't venting his anger on Feng Ruyuan.

——He came early and could see clearly from the sidelines.

These young people, after finding out that Feng Ruzhi was not proficient in Cuju, they intentionally teased him by hanging him around the field.

In Ru Yi's view, although Feng Ru Gu is lazy by nature and frivolous, he is not something that a few ignorant teenagers can bully at will.

Feng Ruyi didn't mind Ruyi's indifferent attitude and the younger generation's playful behavior, he sat cross-legged on the sidelines, looked at Ruyi with his chin resting, his eyes full of smiles.

He felt that he was a coffin that had been buried in the soil for a long time, and it was good to climb out of the mud occasionally to see the fresh world and the young people full of vitality.

Those youngsters found out that Ruyi was a master of Cuju, and they were brutally tortured by him, so they understood the truth that beyond the sky, they voluntarily surrendered.

Now that they had admitted defeat, Ruyi no longer held back and returned to Feng Rugu's side.

Feng Ruyuan leaned over, fanned him attentively, and said comfortingly, "Not bad."

Unexpectedly, after so many years, he has not neglected the skills I taught him, whether it is chess or Cuju.

Maybe, I can play a konghou with him someday...

Seeing him so heartless and heartless, neither angry nor annoyed, Ru endured and endured, and finally blurted out: "Mr. Yunzhong, you are from the same school as your righteous father, even if your heart and ambition are three points like your righteous father, you will not It's unbearable."

Feng Ruyu's hand that was fanning him suddenly stopped.

As soon as the words came out, Ruyi also felt that the word "unbearable" seemed to be too serious.

But he was clearly unyielding on behalf of Feng.

If the adoptive father had the temperament when he was young, if any kid who didn't know the heights of heaven and earth dared to make fun of him like this, he would definitely retaliate a hundred times and a thousand times back.

As can be seen, Feng Rugu never pretends to be polite when he treats his peers and elders. He has a very tricky mouth, but he has a special kind of grace towards the juniors of the Taoist school.

It was the same for Young Master Wen who was clamoring to kill him to avenge his sister at Wenshi Gate, it was the same for Lian Ruxin who wanted to kill him to save Yishangchen, and it was the same for the little disciples playing Cuju.

Ru could not see that he was being bullied by the juniors like this, but he didn't know how to remind him and what position to remind him based on his current relationship with Feng Ruyu.

As a result, this good intention was turned into a bad word by him.

Hearing these words, Feng Ruzhi stared at his knees and was stunned for a while.

He thought that there were not many people in this world capable of breaking his heart.

He lowered his head and took a breath, his shoulders shrank for a while before stretching out.

Also stretched out is his expression.

He joked: "It's just a small cuju game, but the master still takes it seriously. The obsession is too heavy, it's not good."

Seeing that Feng Ruyi didn't care about the bastard words he blurted out, Ruyi's heart didn't relax much.

...Feng Rugu really indulged the juniors.

In his mind, maybe he is the same as those juniors who don't know the importance?

Thinking of this, Ruyi's heart was shaken for no reason, he was sour and depressed, and his face became even colder.

Looking at his expression, Feng Ruyuan knew that he was in a bad mood, but he didn't know which heartstring he had touched, so he couldn't help scratching his head, thinking, young people's thoughts are really hard to guess.

But he didn't want to quarrel with Ruyi, so he changed the subject: "Let's leave this afternoon."

Ruyi: "Where are you going?"

Feng Ruyuan couldn't help being glib again: "Where does Master want to go?"

Ru paused, and said what was on his mind: "Look for Lin Xuejing."

Feng Rugu was curious: "Why are you looking for Xuejing Lin?"

Ruyi caressed his chest indiscriminately, and then lowered his hands: "Yesterday, Lord Yunzhong said that the disciple of the Unshielded Sect was killed. As the head of the sect, he should show up to deal with this matter."

"Him? You don't have to count on him."

Feng Ruyuan stretched his legs to tease a group of ants on the ground: "About six years ago, a blood sect was mixed into the Unshi Sect, and while recuperating in the name of the Unshi Sect, he killed people and took blood for cultivation. · Lu, caused a round of investigations and baptisms among the Unworldly Sect, people were panicked, mutual suspicion, at that time Uncle Sansi wanted to ask him to come out of the mountain, but he didn't come out."

"Three years ago, a branch of the Unworldly Sect was slaughtered by a small Taoist sect. At that time, the situation was serious and the swords were on the verge of breaking out. The Daoist and Demon families were about to start a war again. It was Uncle Thirty-four who mediated and managed to avoid a war." .”

"Two months ago, there were some small problems inside the Unshielded Gate. There was a feud between the two families. A son and a daughter of the two families died in a trivial fight. It seemed that internal strife was about to start, but it was quickly suppressed."

Feng Rugu spread out his hands: "Uncle Thirty-four has written to me and complained to me several times, but Lin Xuejing would not have appeared in this world unless there was a catastrophe."

Hearing this, Ruyi is inevitably anxious.

If Lin Xuejing could not be found for the rest of his life, how would he get rid of the evil spirit that was about to move in his chest?

Seeing that his expression was not right, Feng Rugu comforted him and said, "However, Uncle Thirty-four should know how to contact him. I made an agreement with Uncle Thirty-four that we will be in Qinggang in two days. You can ask him as much as you like then. But Before that, we have to go to a place to find out some news."

Ruyi: "Where?"

Feng Rugu asked back: "...Have you heard of Qingliang Valley?"