Everyone owes me a favor

The reluctance to be fooled, the panic that the mind should be known to the people who should know it the least, turned into extreme anger, and the quicksand flood came like a flood, which washed away Ruyi's entire rationality.

Ru knew early on that when he met Feng Rugu, forbearance is the most in the world, and forbearance is the way of peace and happiness.

...Because my heart is full of him.

Buddhism attaches great importance to keeping the precepts of the heart, and the merits and virtues will be wasted in a moment of anger.

At this time, Ruyi didn't care much about it, and just wanted him to experience the same humiliation.

But with Feng Ru's old face, Ru Yi couldn't think of any greater humiliation for a while.

This made him even more anxious, and his eyes dimmed with anger. When he came back to his senses, Feng Rugu was already lying on his lap, his clothes were disheveled, and during the struggle, a pair of slippery silk trousers slid down to his knees bend.

Ruyi didn't care much about it, and quickly dispelled the spells on him.

...He couldn't see Feng Ruyuan using this body.

But for some specific reason, he couldn't think with his magma-like brain now.

As soon as you get started, you will know that the master of this technique is changing the phase. The so-called "phase" is something that can be recognized by the six senses and six senses, and can change the appearance.

The spells used on Feng Ruyu's body are relatively light, and Ruyi can break through the maze with only his spiritual power.

But the so-called "phase shifting" mainly shifts the face.

Ruyi tried many times, but no matter what, he could not return to his original appearance.

Looking at his ear tips and side face, which are the same as those of his adoptive father, his heart became a little more anxious.

There were also green lotus branches and leaves entangled in Feng Ruyuan's thighs which had been restored to his original form, and a shy corner protruded from the edge of his obscene trousers, which did not match his aura at all.

Because he seldom sees light all the year round, the faintly leaking whiteness is far better than any other part of his body. At first glance, it is dazzling.

If it is said that tender tofu is fortunate enough to become refined, it is nothing more than that.

Feng Ruyuan, who was rudely pushed down, let out a hey, and wanted to turn around, Ruyi's heart trembled, and he immediately pinned his neck.

He didn't dare to face that face he once respected so much, and he couldn't even imagine that there would be a stubborn soul named Feng Ruyu hidden under this skin.

Ruyi avoided the dazzling snow-white, and his voice was as cold as ice, but he was sweating from the heat while holding his hand: "...you transform back."

Feng Rugu said truthfully, "I don't know how to do it."

Ru Yi didn't believe it: "Is it so interesting to play with me?!"

Feng Rugu said sincerely: "I really don't know how to do it."

This is indeed the truth.

He's really not very proficient in spells.

Moreover, he doesn't even have the spiritual power to unlock the spell.

But because he was too sincere, he seemed to be provocative, Ruyi's temples twitched, and he was so angry that he had a splitting headache: "Why do you use the appearance of a foster father to deceive me?"

"When will I hide it from you?" Feng Ruzhi lay on his lap, the back door was wide open, and he twisted his waist leisurely, reaching for the pants that were about to fall to his ankles, "When you come in, say those embarrassing things." For a dead person, what's on your mind, what's "unusual", how can I have the nerve to interrupt you? Wouldn't it be too embarrassing for you?"

Ruyi's expression changed with anger: "Do you still want me to thank you?"

Feng Rugu: "You're welcome....Hey, stop making trouble and tell me to put on my pants."

Ruyi slightly lowered his voice, but his anger had already risen imperceptibly: "Change back! I don't allow you to use this face!"

Feng Rugu lay on his lap and retorted: "I live in the same room with my senior brother. When I was a childhood sweetheart, I didn't have anything to do with you."

Ruyi was furious: "You——"

Feng Rugu still didn't know that a catastrophe was imminent, and he thought that no matter how angry Ruyi was, he wouldn't attack this face.

But he inadvertently forgot that it was not his face that was facing Ruyi, but a butt that deserved a beating.

Ruyi stopped his voice, and the original three feet, two inches and five cents long "sentient beings" shortened by one foot, and turned into a dark black ruler, which he held upside down in his hand, and hit hard!

Feng Rugu's parents are gentle and gentle, his master is free and unrestrained, and his seniors are as calm as water. The elders Feng Rugu met since he was a child, except for the narrow-minded teacher and wife, are all loving and pampering him. When did he suffer such punishment?

What's more, he has spent ten years in the "still water running deep" wounds. He stretches out his hands when he wears clothes, and opens his mouth when he eats. Can't stand the pain.

One foot down, there was a crisp sound.

Feng Rugu gasped in pain and twisted his waist: "What are you doing?!"

Ruyi said with a cold face: "Mr. Yunzhong knows that the poor monk has been poisoned, and his emotions are difficult to control. Please forgive me."

Feng Ruyu: "..."

Feng Rugu always pays attention to being a good man who doesn't take immediate losses. Seeing that Ruyi was really annoyed, in order to avoid further suffering, he immediately compromised, and said softly: "Master, I know I was wrong. This time it was me. Next time I will I will never play this kind of game with you... ah!!"

Ru's hands trembled: "'next time'? Do you want to share the same body with him?"

Feng Rugu was in so much pain that tears came out, and he bit the pillow, but he didn't realize it for a while, when Ru mentioned Chang Boning, he used the somewhat hostile "he" instead of the "foster father" he always respectfully called.

Feng Rugu was in pain, and tightened his grip on the edge of the bed, feeling that his old face had been completely lost: "You son of a bitch!!"

Perhaps it was because the anger was too much, but Ruyi's voice didn't sound like anger. With the sound of the ruler falling on the meat, it sounded a little calm: "Mr. Yunzhong, have you forgotten that you scolded me like this yesterday? Pass me."

"Turtle son! Little bastard!"

Instead of reminding Ruyi, Feng Ruzhi was frustrated to find out that he also scolded him yesterday.

For a while, Feng Rugu missed Jing Sanchai very much.

This old friend has the ability to give people three or four accurate nicknames in a row, and he, Feng Ruyu, has not yet mastered this practice.

In the past, he treated those bastards who dared to humiliate or bully him with painstaking education. The specific content included oral education, fist education, and even grave education. The steps were orderly and never suffered.

Now, he could only bite the bed sheet with his mouth open, moan vaguely, and bluff at the same time: "Wolf cub! Little white-eyed wolf!"

Ruyi calmly said: "Mr. Yunzhong, please practice speaking."

Seeing that this dead boy doesn't eat oil and salt, and doesn't eat soft and hard food, Feng Rugu has nothing to do with him for the first time.

If this is Feng Ruyuan's own face, he will lose it if he loses it. He is desperate to make Haijing Fuchun who is still resting in the courtyard howl for a long time, and let them all come to see Hanshan Temple What kind of things did Ruyi Layman do to himself.

But he faced his senior brother's face, and he had important things to do, so he couldn't make mistakes, so he could only grit his teeth and stand firm.

After eating seven or eight feet, Feng Rugu wailed again and again, lying on the bed, groaning and unable to move.

On the other side, when hitting ten feet, sixty-seven percent of the anger in Ruyi's chest has dissipated.

Seeing the slight redness and swelling from the edge of his obscene pants, Ruyi gradually realized what he had done, and couldn't believe that he could be so violent, his hand strength immediately slowed down, and he almost stroked it.

Feng Rugu stopped swearing and didn't struggle anymore. He was stunned by the pain, buried his face in his arms in despair, and muttered, as if he was talking to himself or to someone who was destined not to Whoever hears his voice listens.

"...I beg you, be nice to me."

Such as a fist, his heart twitched and ached, and the weight of the "Phase of All Beings" he lifted was so heavy that he couldn't lift his wrist, so he had to put it on one side.

The re-hanged bed curtain sifts in the silvery clear light, casting a blurry figure on the bed, Ruyi dare not touch the slightly trembling person lying on his knees, only dare to reach out to caress the bed board, and gently caress his face shadow.

But just like before, he couldn't figure out why he did this.

The rationality that was bound by anger gradually broke free from the shackles, and a thread emerged from thousands of clues.

Why did he mistake his adoptive father?

Why did he unsuspectingly tell Feng Rugu all about himself?

Is it just because of that face?

Gradually returning to his senses, he had to face the real reason for his rage.

Seeing that the pain didn't come again, Feng Ruyuan turned his head and looked at him aggrievedly.

If Feng Ruyuan continued to scold him, it would be fine for him to end, but seeing that his complexion was pale, the blood gathered on his lips and the corners of his eyes, Ruyi's throat rolled, and his body had some unexpected reactions.

Feng Ruyuan sniffled and asked, "Is the fight over?"

Ruyi panicked, with one hand he firmly covered the scorching hot and shameful place, and with the other he firmly pressed Feng Ruzhi, refusing to let him get up to see his reaction.

Feng Ruzhi quickly regained his vitality: "What do you want to do after the fight? Let me get up!"

When Ruyi was extremely confused and unable to cope, there was a sudden knock on the door outside the room: "Master?"

It was clearly Sang Luojiu's voice.

Immediately afterwards came Luo Fuchun's voice: "Master, my nephew is visiting late at night, what a bother..."

Ruyi's throat was suffocated, and his heart was not ready to jump wildly. Over there, Feng Ruyuan turned sideways, his tone was the same as usual, and his voice was exactly the same as Chang Boning's: "Well, I just took a rest."

As soon as he watched his lips opening and closing, his ears buzzed one after another, he was actually obsessed with watching, the thing in his palm jumped up and down shamelessly, making him want to break this shameless thing .

Sang Luo asked for a long time: "Is Master there?"

"He's not here." There were still tears in the corners of Feng Rugu's eyes. After washing, his eyes were bright and bright in the flickering candlelight, "Going to do what he should do."

There was a gentle smile in Sang Luojiu's voice: "Yes, Luojiu understands, don't disturb Master's sleeping, and go now."

After saying this, Sang Luojiu turned around and left.

Luo Fuchun chased after him, confused: "Maybe master and uncle have all rested, so why don't you ask me tonight?"

Sang Luojiu said, "I want to confirm one thing."

Luo Fuchun: "What's the matter?"

Sang Luo stopped for a long time.

Under the cold moonlight, his eyes shone with admiration that Luo Fuchun could not understand: "...Master is really the only person I have ever seen in my life."

Although Luo Fuchun didn't know what he was talking about, after getting along these days, Luo Fuchun quite agreed with this judgment: "Master is smart. But which thing are you talking about?"

Sang Luojiu's smile almost overflowed: "Ding You wants to kill three birds with one stone, so the master will give him three birds with one stone."

Luo Fuchun likes to listen to Sang Luojiu's speech, because most of the time he can understand: "How to say?"

"He wants to kill the people in the whole mountain, check the people who sneaked into the mountain to poison, deceive Ding You, and find the Tang swordsman hiding behind the scenes."

Luo Fuchun's jaw almost dropped when he heard the first sentence: "——what?!"

The two senior brothers couldn't get out of the hospital, so they simply sat in front of the steps where the moon was as cool as water. Sang Luojiu explained to him the key points here in detail, and finally got Luo Fuchun's messy head straightened out. .

But Luo Fuchun still didn't understand: "Luring Ding You out, I understand; it's unbelievable to pretend to kill someone and catch the inner ghost, but I can understand why. But why is Tang Daoist in the mountains?"

"When is he not here?" Sang Luojiu asked Luo Fuchun, "He can infiltrate Wenshi Mountain without anyone noticing, kill Wen Shen'er, and force Wen Chen to cut off the head of his sister with his own hands; he can practice Ruxin together, Give it to him to test the love jade; it can also tell the master to be in danger in Jianchuan, and hand over the tokens and clues to induce the master to investigate the case one by one... If he is not here, how should he control the situation and call everything? How does it develop as he wishes?"

Sang Luo paused for a long time: "I suspect that this person is in this mountain."

Luo Fuchun immediately became anxious: "Isn't Master in danger?"

Sang Luojiu hugged his knees and looked at him: "What danger?"

"Dangerous!" Luo Fuchun said anxiously, "I understand what you mean! It's possible that Swordsman Tang might also be among the disciples of the Qingyang School! He can fight on par with the master, so he's naturally smart. What if he Seeing Master's intentions, pretending to be dead, and taking advantage of the unconsciousness of all the disciples, quietly killing one or two disciples of the Qingyang Sect, and destroying Master's reputation, what should I do?"

Sang Luojiu said, "He won't."

Luo Fuchun: "Why can't he? He killed so many people in order to lure Master out of the mountain."

Sang Luojiu insisted: "He won't. Because he has never done such a thing."

Seeing that Luo Fuchun didn't understand yet, he explained in a gentle voice: "Brother, did you ever find out that although Swordsman Tang is ruthless, he never did anything to really slander Master's reputation, and he never thought of taking his life?" ?”

This is just getting more and more outrageous.

Luo Fuchun retorted: "He killed 16 people to form a bloody pen with the word 'seal', and put Master at the forefront of the storm, isn't it ruining his reputation?"

"No. Tang Swordsman's move is to use public opinion to force the master to come out of the mountain. After all, people still kill him. Taoists only talk about it, saying that the disciple's killing is a disaster caused by the master-this is indeed the case-and I will never place the crime of murder on Master."

"Where is Lian Ruxin? He joined forces with Lian Ruxin to steal people's souls, and lured Master to the ancient city of Shuisheng. Didn't he want Master's life?"

"Lian Ruxin has worked hard for the people of Shuisheng City for many years, but the power of the stone god has long since faded." Sang Luojiu said, "He has no strength to fight with Master."

"What about that time in Jianchuan? He blew up the ice bridge and caused Master to fall into the water—"

"Master's Guixu swordsmanship is most compatible with water. If master falls into the water, he will always have the power to protect himself."

Now, Luo Fuchun was really confused.

After much deliberation, he found that, considering the cold-blooded temperament of this swordsman Tang, he really treated his master well.

All he did was to get his master out of the mountains, and to fight with others.

Luo Fuchun was at a loss: "What is he trying to do?"

He made such a big fight, is he a martial idiot?Sword fan?Or do you simply want to fight with Master's mind?

Sang Luojiu shook his head obediently: "I don't know."

His confusion and bewilderment quickly infected Luo Fuchun.

He touched Sang Luojiu's shoulder, and comforted him: "It's okay, Luojiu, don't worry if you can't figure it out. The swordsman Tang may sneak into the mountains, and with Master's ability, he will be able to see through his mask , took him down!"

……

at this time.

After closing the mountain, Qingyang Mountain seems to have fallen into a deep sleep, even the wind has died down, and the leaves hang quietly on the branches, sifting down the net-like moonlight.

Chang Boning was holding the roster of Qingyang sect disciples that Guan Wuyou had provided him, looking at the moonlight.

According to the agreement in advance, he will change into Feng Ruyuan's appearance, pretend to be weak guards, sneak out, and "kill" anyone he sees. Every time he seals up a person's acupoint, he can cross a person's name off the roster. surname, and take a drop of fingertip blood to test whether this person is a demon or not. Yes, so that Ding You can be led up the mountain.

When discussing strategies during the day, Feng Rugu said, senior brother, if you can't remember the faces, you can just draw the orthographic characters, count the heads at the end, and just make sure there are no missing or missing faces.In case the identity of the devil is found out, the senior brother will lock him up and wait for me to deal with him.

At that time, while confirming the appearance characteristics of each disciple with Guan Bubuning, Chang Boning said: "I will try my best to remember so as not to make any mistakes."

But he still overestimated himself.

Chang Boning frowned in distress, flipped through the hundreds of people whose acupuncture points had been sealed by him, and filled in the correct words in the blank space of the last page.

Sealing the acupoint is not difficult, most of the disciples are sleeping, and occasionally there are a few night watchmen who are awake, they have not been able to see who did it, and they have been accurately cut in the neck by Chang Boning, who is so popular, ignorant Insensibly fell asleep.

But the problem is, not only did he remember the names of many people, but he also lost his way.

He thought, Qingyang Mountain is really big.

After carefully filling up the notes, he was about to turn around when he saw a person holding flower scissors and watching him quietly for a long time under the shade of a tree.

Chang Boning was startled, subconsciously raised his hand to touch his face: "..."

Looking at him for a long time, the shadow under the tree bowed slightly: "Mr. Yunzhong."

...was seen.

Even though he said again and again that it's okay to be seen by the disciples of the Qingyang sect who hurt people, but he asked the Guan brothers to explain it clearly afterwards, Chang Boning couldn't help but feel annoyed.

While he was busy lamenting his carelessness, under the moonlight, the man stepped out of the shade of the tree, holding flower scissors, and slowly approached.

It was a disciple of the Qingyang sect with a tear mole on his face, and his appearance was very handsome.

Chang Boning just looked at him, he would not have noticed that under the shade of the tree where the man was just now, in the soil lay a corpse that had been decomposing for a long time.

The corpse had a tear mole on its face, and on the half of the face without the tear mole, half of the face had been peeled off, revealing half of the eyes that could not rest in peace.

... This was originally a blood disciple under Ding You who had mixed into the Qingyang Sect.

Yesterday, Swordsman Tang and Feng Rugu arrived at Qingyang Sect almost at the same time.

Feng Rugu went to drink, but Tang Swordsman caught this demonic disciple who went to relieve himself alone, killed him, buried him here, and replaced him with phase shifting technique, so as to find out the whole arrangement of the demonic way, so as to prevent them Really killed Feng Ruyu's life.

——He needed a living Feng Rugu who had a clean reputation, but was abandoned by the Dao Sect just because he fell into the Demonic Way, to strengthen the Unworldly Sect.

At dawn, he knew Duan Rongjun was coming, but he didn't take a look.

The Qingyang sect sealed off the mountain, and he couldn't quietly transport the corpse of this demon disciple out, so he could only consider moving the corpse at night, but he didn't expect that he just arrived here, dug out the head of the corpse, and saw a person here Stand still and trace the orthographic characters on the moon.

He, who also used the phase shifting technique, stood still not far from Chang Boning, and asked, "Are you Yun Zhongjun?"

Chang Boning didn't dare to speak, but pursed his lips, looked at him guiltily, and pressed his palm on the hilt of his sword.

After meeting his eyes for a moment, the man showed a smile for no reason, and said in a coaxing tone like a child: "Yes, I understand, you are Yun Zhongjun."