Everyone owes me a favor

Ruyi immediately covered his heart and was extremely vigilant, wondering whether the sorcery of the love jade would sneak in and affect him again.

He didn't know whether it was intentional restraint, or the effectiveness of the magic was weakened. He felt that his state of mind hadn't changed because of Feng Ruyu's few words, and he couldn't help but feel relieved.

Luo Fuchun felt cold in his heart.

He used to admire Feng Rushi very much.

It was the beginning of this heart of worship that Feng Rugu saved the fellow Taoists with all his efforts in the world.

He originally thought it was the brilliant achievement of a young man who lifted the sword in his waist horizontally and slashed Loulan with a swipe of the blade.

But along the way, what was exposed from the corners of the torn memory was all unbearable and gloomy.

There are no heroes, only a lunatic who has nothing but his own life.

Feng Ruzhi watched Luo Fuchun's sad expression, leaned close to his face, pushed the hairband on his shoulders back to his head, smoothed it with his fingertips, and asked in a low voice: "Hey, I'm going to die ?"

Luo Fuchun couldn't hear what he said, annoyed: "Master!"

Feng Ruyuan slapped him on the back of the head: "I looked at your face and thought I was dead and you were crying for my grave."

As he spoke, he opened the folding fan and covered it across his head, squinting at the sun that had already hung in the hollow, and made his head look like a delicate orchid that would wither in the sun: "Let's go, let's go to the palace to rest. Outside How big is the sun."

After finishing speaking, he took the lead and left, leaving all those who failed to recover in time.

While the fan was shaking, the smile on Feng Rugu's face was still bright.

He made a symbolic reflection.

People, there is always a reason to be hated.

20 years ago, he killed the refugees who slaughtered his whole family, and was led by his master to enter the Taoist door with bloody little hands. Because he reached the sky in one step and was burdened with blood debts, he caused a lot of criticism.

But he is not ashamed, he doesn't know what is polite and humble, and he doesn't know how to be a man with his tail between his legs.

Ten years ago, at the beginning of falling into the legacy, they were besieged by a group of demons who had premeditated it.

The young people who gathered at Mount Qiemo this time and were preparing to participate in the Eastern Emperor's Ceremony were all of extraordinary quality, and most of them had excellent roots and sword talents. Injured more than half.

And Ding You, the master of the Blood Sect of the Devil Dao, led all the elites under his command to wait here, waiting for work with ease, in order to kill them all with one blow, so as to threaten the righteous people with their lives.

But the magic way counts thousands and thousands of times, and the one who failed to count is Feng Ruyu.

Therefore, they chose an isolated island in the vast expanse of swamp to trap all the disciples.

Feng Rugu's sword power comes from water, and when encountering water, he can turn into a horned dragon with a single sword.

After falling into the enchantment of the forgotten world, Feng Rugu's eyes were blinked by the sparkling water.

Without saying a word, he unleashed his whole body's spiritual power and moved Zhou Tian to the limit. He absorbed most of the spiritual power from the disciples of his family without saying hello, and concentrated on the two swords of "yesterday" and "today". On top of it, a sword credited three-point sunlight from the sky, and the sea of ​​clouds was darkened. When a gust of sword wind hit the waiting magic path, they flew out like pieces of paper, and a gap was torn open in the original iron barrel-like surrounding!

Having got this first move, Feng Rugu didn't dare to slack off, and dropped another sword with his backhand. Suddenly, Daze burst open from it, exposing the jagged rocks at the bottom of the water.

He cut a way out with a sword on the water!

This level of spiritual power consumption forced Feng Rugu's face to lose all color, only his lips were pursed bright red, and he gritted his teeth tightly to sternly shout: "Let's go!"

After saying that, he raised his long sword, and Daze, supported by his turbulent spiritual power, rose from the ground, like a large shattered glass mirror, each fragment reflected a Feng Ruru. Come.

He stood in the midst of the void, with disheveled hair like the wind, and his clothes fluttering around. With a swing of the long sword in his hand, the water in the great lake turned into human shapes one after another, rushing straight to the demonic path below!

The disciples of the family grew up in a peaceful world, and they are used to beating the dog in the water. They never thought that one day they would become the turtles in this urn. At this moment, there is a sudden change, and the spiritual power in their bodies is sealed and exhausted. , unable to control the spiritual power, he could only help out from the passageway Feng Ruzhi opened in a daze.

The sorcerer fell into an unexpected and bitter battle.

In any case, they never imagined that their preparedness would lead to a situation in which everyone turned their backs on their backs. They couldn't accept it, and they couldn't believe it. Carrying the seal is like one of thousands of sword intents, which is enough to kill and injure people, but the body is broken at the touch of a touch, and it will recover immediately after being smashed.

When Feng Rugu held the Demon Dao one by one with his sword, Han Jing began to lead the disciples to retreat, put an unconscious young fellow Taoist on the back of another, and shouted to Feng Rugu, "Rugu! Let's go!"

Feng Rugu's wild words came from far in the air: "Senior brother Han go first! I haven't played enough yet!"

This is for the magicians to hear.

Feng Ruyuan knew that as soon as he landed, he disrupted the elaborate arrangement of the Demonic Dao. At this time, the Demonic Dao was disrupted by him, and he couldn't see their reality for a while.

At this time, for the sake of everyone, Feng Rugu had no reason to turn around and run away.

Han Jing understood him.

So, he raised his right sleeve, turned his crimson clothes, and stuck a guide talisman on the back of Feng Rugu's neck, and hit another one on Jing Sanchai's chest, then turned around and shouted to Jing Sanchai, "Sanchai, You come to attract people! I will help as usual!"

When Jing Sanchai landed, his right arm was wounded by a barrier, and he was seriously injured, but his fighting spirit remained undiminished. He held a long spear in one hand, hooked and picked, and blood spurted from the cavity of the devil in front of him like a spring. out.

He knew that his injuries were inappropriate and he shouldn't be easily involved in the battle, so he still roared angrily, shaking his gun and pointing out the remaining blood: "Let's go!"

When Feng Rugu and Han Jing escaped from the encirclement and found Jing Sanchai all the way with the guide talisman, they found a cave and set up a barrier to hide temporarily.

In the cave, there was a constant murmur, filled with both fear and pain.

Seeing the miserable state of the Taoist disciples, Han Jing wiped away the blood splashing from his eyes, tears welled up in his eyes, and went to check their injuries one by one with red eyes.

Feng Ruyuan swallowed a mouthful of blood in his mouth, and his expression was the calmest.

He has wandered around the world for four years, and he has seen a lot, at least he knows how to hide his panic under the calmness of the clouds.

He walked around the cave and made a judgment: "You can't stay here for long."

Such robbery and murder by Mo Dao was obviously planned for a long time, they didn't escape very far, if they didn't try to hide, sooner or later they would fall into the trap again.

Hearing this, a Taoist disciple who was not injured, but whose spiritual power had been sucked out of his body for no reason, glared at Feng Rugu, and said in a rough voice, "I can't walk anymore!"

Feng Rugu didn't even look at him, and didn't even stop by his side when passing by him: "You don't have to go."

He remembered that the disciple seemed to be the eldest son of Wenshimen, named Wenchen, who was spoiled and spoiled, thinking that he was young and vigorous.

Wen Chen said angrily: "Who is the reason why we can't escape? You didn't even say hello, but you used your evil skills to take away our whole body skills. Have you discussed with us?"

Feng Rugu said: "That's right, I should hold a Dao discussion meeting for you to discuss for a day and a night."

Wen Chen was easily irritated by Feng Ruyuan's indifferent attitude, and furiously said: "Do you know that at that time, you took away all of our spiritual power, if there was a demon approaching us at that time, we would be killed with a sword I can't even shake it!"

Feng Rugu's expression seemed to have heard some joke: "With me here, is it necessary for you to draw your sword?"

Listening to the dispute between the two, the cave was very quiet.

Almost no one spoke for Feng Ruyu.

Even Jing Sanchai felt that Feng Ruyuan was a little too domineering and arbitrary.

Only Han Jing injected spiritual power into the alchemy of the disciple who was empty, empty and seriously injured, and said: "If it weren't for the same sword that poured out the power of everyone, we would not even have that small island. Can't escape."

Wen Chen stiffened his neck: "When you see the devil, you don't face it head-on, but you want to run away. What's the reason?"

Feng Rugu said straightforwardly: "Then why are you still here? You deserve to die in the chaos of the war, and kill yourself to be a benevolent man."

Han Jing saw Wen Chen's agitation, and knew that he wasn't really targeting Feng Rugu, so he sighed slightly: "Okay, stop arguing. This disaster comes from the devil's way, don't let internal disputes cause chaos. "

Wen Chen was originally temperamental, and when he heard that Han Jing had paved the steps for him, he went down the slope, holding his knees and silently silent.

Feng Rugu approached Han Jing: "Brother Han..."

"Don't say thank you." Han Jing raised his eyes to look at him, his voice was calm, but the corners of his eyes were still red with compassion, "I should go back to help you at that time. If something happens to you, I won't be able to see Bo Ning again."

Feng Ruyuan leaned against his back and swallowed the blood in his mouth again.

... The many spiritual powers are carried by him alone, oppressing his own spiritual veins, it's not a joke.

He lost his strength left and right, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Brother Han, if you want me to tell you, save yourself some strength. You are more useful than them at this time."

Han Jingsheng was afraid that Feng Ruyuan would cause trouble again, so he also lowered his voice: "Rugu, you should stop talking about causing trouble... They don't know your intention of doing this, but I do. You take away their spiritual power, just to kill you To find a way out; secondly, to prevent them from having power in them, and to scatter in all directions on their own, regardless of their companions, and turn into a mess; thirdly, to prevent them from using their spiritual power and being easily tracked by the devil."

Feng Rugu wondered: "Senior Brother Han, you know my intentions, why are you sending spiritual power back to these disciples?"

Han Jing said: "I only give them enough spiritual power to escape, not too much. After all, everything you do is clearly for their own good, why don't you explain it?"

Feng Ruzhi shrugged: "I don't have the energy to explain, why don't I kill one more Demonic Dao."

"You." Han Jing sighed, "Your spirit is too high, no wonder Bo Ning is worried about you."

Feng Rugu raised his eyebrows: "Do I, Feng Rugu, need to be liked?"

Han Jing chuckled helplessly, and changed the subject: "I'm afraid our disappearance has already caused trouble outside. Master and the others will definitely come to rescue us. What we have to do is to protect everyone before the master and the others come."

"It's natural." Feng Rugu took out the jug and took a sip, "Master wants me to be the orderer of the Eastern Emperor's ceremony, and you are all my people. I will take out as many as you come in."

Ten or twenty years ago, because he was young and frivolous, he disdained to spend his mind on getting along with others.

Now, he knew too well how to be annoying, but he didn't know how to be lovable.

After the introspection, Feng Rugu stepped into the cool palace with both feet.

He put down the sunshade fan, the light in his eyes was the same as it was ten years ago.

Feng Rugu knew his mistakes, but never corrected them.

He never had to please anyone.

only……

He turned his head and glanced at the same thing, his eyes were a little erratic, and he couldn't figure out why he was always eager to make an exception in front of this child.

... It's really weird.

……

The news spread ten times, ten times, and Qingyang Mountain disciples heard that Feng Rugu had come to the mountain, and naturally admired the legendary stories about him, and each of them came more neatly than usual.

After the roll call, it's the banquet.

The disciples toasted Feng Rugu one after another, all wanting to see the demeanor of Yun Zhongjun.

In the midst of the commotion, only Guan Zhiwu folded his arms and sneered, watching his ugly appearance of greed for vanity.

Guan don't need to remember that he arranged a vegetarian meal, but he doesn't remember that he arranged a banquet.

He asked his brother, "What are you doing?"

Guan I don't know said: "Isn't this Lord Yunzhong likes to be lively, so I will give him a lot of excitement. When he has had enough trouble and the music is full, he should go."

Feng Rugu had to drink out of respect, and soon got drunk.

His drinking capacity could have been comparable to that of his teacher Xiaoyaojun, but after ten years of drinking less, his drinking capacity dropped sharply. After dozens of drinks, he was already full of alcoholic strength, leaned on the table, and smiled.

Ruyi reminded him: "Drink less."

Feng Rugu said, "It's okay."

Ruyi had no choice but to say again: "If a person of the devil way wanders among the disciples and passes poisoned wine, what will you do?"

Feng Rugu didn't want him to know that he had seven highly poisonous flowers printed on his body, which could cure hundreds of gu and poison, so he took another glass of wine: "Isn't it just right? In this way, the only thing left to doubt is to toast me." Dozens of them."

Ruyi pressed down his wine glass with the palm of his hand, and looked at him slightly angrily.

Now, both of them were stunned.

At this time, another disciple stepped forward to toast.

Feng Ruyi ruined his own stubborn nature, and raised his hand to pick it up, but was stopped by Ruyi.

Ru said: "I drank this cup for Yun Zhongjun."

Now, both the toast and the toast were dumbfounded.

"This is vegetarian wine." Ruyi has been with his adoptive father for many years, and he has the ability to understand wine. He took the wine glass half-forced, lowered his eyelashes, and looked at the faint light in the glass, "Besides, I am not from the Buddhist family. Disciple, there are not many taboos, you can do whatever you want."

After saying that, it's like drinking a cup, and the ears immediately turn red.

However, he can drink a lot, no matter how much he drinks, he always has a rosy face and a pair of eyes that are as cold as ice.

Feng Rugu knew that Ding You was coming after him, and seeing Ruyi drinking for him, he might not be so easy to kill him.

Still, he couldn't rest assured.

While Feng Rugu and Ruyi were wrestling with each other to snatch the wine, a person in the Qingyang school's costume who was hiding in the dark chuckled lightly.

... There is no need to fight, no need to win.

He had already poured the Heart Erosion Gu entrusted to him by Sect Master Ding into the water source of Qingyang Sect.

The water was used to make wine again.

Therefore, they have already drank Gu wine into their stomachs.

This Gu can arouse the strongest desires in people's hearts, which cannot be concealed or suppressed.

Sect Master Ding originally wanted to proceed step by step, eroding the Qingyang Sect little by little, causing the Qingyang Sect to fight internally and wipe out the entire sect without anyone noticing, but Feng Ruyuan suddenly visited. After being shocked, he was overjoyed , Immediately ordered the disciples who had already mixed into the Qingyang Sect to increase the effect of the Gu by a hundred times.

The other disciples drank less, at most they were restless and prone to disputes, but Feng Rugu, who drank a lot, just stepped into their well-designed trap.

Feng Rugu is a madman in the sword, and his desire must be related to force

If Feng Ruyu can be made to fall into a demon, kill the disciples of Qingyang Mountain wantonly without distinguishing between the enemy and himself, then Sect Master Ding will be able to take the lives of the Taoist priests of Qingyang Mountain and Feng Rugu who was beheaded by the angry and stupid Taoist sect without bloodshed. head.

... three hours.It only takes three hours for the Gu effect to occur.

As for the bald donkey who blocked the wine for him, it's all bad luck for him.

……

Feng Ruyu was overwhelmed with alcohol, so Sang Luojiu took him into the room and slept until the moon was hanging in the east.

After more than two hours, he failed to drink a drop of water. He felt unbearably thirsty, so he got up to pour water, but saw a shadow standing upright under the window.

Feng Ruyi pushed open the window and saw Ruyi.

He was surprised, but not so surprised.

Feng Rugu looked at his shoulders soaked in Yelu, omitted the title of "Master", and asked straightforwardly, "How long have you been staying here?"

Ru Yi thought about whether to lie or not, and finally decided not to break the two precepts in one day: "It's more than an hour."

Feng Rugu was puzzled: "What's the matter, Master?

Ru Yi's eyes are complicated, he seems to be hesitating whether to ask, but also seems to regret that he shouldn't come here.

When Feng Ruzhi looked at him with interest and guessed how long it would take for him to walk away, he heard Ruyi's voice: "...does it hurt?"

Ruyi's fingertips trembled with this question, but he clenched his fingers tightly and barely completed the question he wanted to ask: "Ten years ago, did it hurt?"

Feng Ruyu was a little crazy.

He came back to his senses: "You... have been waiting here for more than an hour?"

Ru Yi tilted his head and tried his best to repeat calmly: "More than an hour."

Feng Rugu: "Just to ask this question?"

Now, Ruyi spent a long time in silence before making a soft nasal sound: "En."

Ru survived the day without letting the sorcerer's magic trick happen, he thought he was all right, but when the magic trick met the wine, it broke out at night without warning, tossing him so hard that he couldn't sleep at night.

He tossed and turned, his eyes and mind were filled with the image of Feng Ruyuan being bullied in the past.

At that time, Feng Rugu was far younger than now.

If he encountered such torture at that time, would he be able to smile as calmly as he is now?

If you don't know lovesickness all your life, you will hurt lovesickness just once.

He didn't understand why he felt sad for Feng Ruyuan ten years ago, he only knew that it might be better to be closer to him.

But he didn't know whether Feng Rugu would feel better if he had someone to accompany him, or if he would feel better on his own.

With such entanglement in his heart, Ruyi felt that the round collar of the monk's robe was a little tight, and he couldn't breathe because of the restraint, so he could only pull it hard to relieve the evil fire in his chest.

...Did you really drink too much?