Everyone owes me a favor

Chang Boning tried his best to imitate Feng Ruyu's smile, but gave a sword-holding ceremony that Feng Ruyu would never do: "Well, Ye An."

...to be honest, it's kind of lame.

Seeing the young disciple on the opposite side staring at him without making a sound, Chang Boning forced himself to be calm and took two steps towards him: "Why are you still awake so late?"

"I forgot to fertilize the flowers and trees during the day." The disciple responded smoothly, "I couldn't sleep at night, so I came out to loosen the soil for the flowers and trees."

He's not lying either.

The half-decomposed corpses of demonic disciples are also good for making flowers and fertilizers.

Hearing about planting flowers and weeds, Chang Boning felt itchy immediately, and wanted to chat with him for a few more words, but then he thought about the business, so he suppressed his selfishness, apologized to the people in front of him in his heart, and pointed to the sky, Wanting to divert his attention: "Look over there."

Unexpectedly, the disciple didn't fall into his trap and watched him.

After a while, he smiled with his hands behind his back.

He has bright eyes, and his temperament is like the sparse snow under the moon.

Duan Rongjun was embarrassed by his smile, he didn't know whether to raise or lower his raised hand, his face was slightly blush.

He bit the bullet and resisted stubbornly: "Over there... there is something. Really, look."

Fortunately, the disciple did not continue to embarrass him.

He turned his head and looked at the full moon in the sky, exposing all the weaknesses of his body to Chang Boning's eyes in an instant.

He replied: "Yes. The moonlight is really good tonight."

Chang Boning didn't dare to let go of this opportunity.

The bladeless edge turned into a gust of rhododendron and passed by, hitting the disciple's spiritual aperture.

The young man's body shook, and he fell softly to one side without a sound.

Chang Boning held the hilt of the sword upside down, rushed forward, and took the man's waist into his arms before he fell to the ground.

Holding this person, Chang Boning looked confused for a moment.

He has a strange feeling:

This disciple clearly knew that he was not a good person.

It is true that some people will get up and take care of their own flowers and plants when they have insomnia at night, but not many people will come here for a walk in the middle of the night, fully dressed and holding a sword, let alone the current "Feng Ru", who should be locked up and imprisoned, how can he swagger Shaking around?

His whereabouts are so weird, he is willing to let the empty door to himself?

If he was really insane, what if he wanted to kill him?

...Could it be that he will do this and give up his life?

Chang Boning thought about the phrase "the moonlight is so beautiful" he had just admired sincerely, and looked up at the moon.

I saw the ice wheel hanging high at the heart of the sky, which is really beautiful.

When his eyes fell back on the young disciple, Chang Boning couldn't tell what he felt in his heart, and he didn't have time to taste it carefully.

He still has work to do.

Chang Boning slowly put the man's stiff body down on the spot, took out a jade bottle for blood collection and a needle from his pocket, said "sorry" again, took his hand, and from his right hand A drop of fingertip blood was taken from the fingertip.

After confirming the identity of his Taoist disciple, Chang Boning heaved a sigh of relief. Seeing him sleeping with his breath closed, he felt guilty again.

A round drop of blood fell from his fingertips and just landed on the disciple's cheek.

Chang Boning suddenly felt impolite, and hurriedly wiped it with the back of his hand.

Who would have thought that when the blood was wiped off the disciple's face, there would be a light red trace, revealing an inexplicable glamour.

Chang Boning's face flushed red, and he was about to cleanse someone's face when he saw a group of night watch disciples carrying lanterns coming in this direction.

He was in a hurry to deal with one person, but it would kill him to deal with a group of people, so he hugged that person, retreated in the opposite direction, and hid in a bush of tall trees with dense greenery.

The two sat on the same branch, Chang Boning hugged the man from behind, asked him to sit on his lap, and gently wiped his cheeks from behind.

After the group of night watch disciples left, he embraced that person and fell to the ground lightly.

Chang Boning laid the man flat on the ground, tore off a part of his skirt, folded it into the shape of a small pillow, and placed it under his head, so that the grass would not be too cold and he would be exposed to the wind.

After doing all this, Chang Boning held the handkerchief and slipped away guiltily.

When Chang Boning's figure completely disappeared into the night, the person lying on the ground let out a sigh of relief and slowly opened his eyes.

I have to say that Chang Boning is really good-looking.

Even the way of pressing the acupuncture points to seal the qi has an upright and dull air, which has never changed in so many years, so it is not difficult to avoid it.

Fortunately, Tang swordsman Han Jing has no other plans tonight except to dispose of the corpse of the demon disciple he killed.

He turned back to the corpse hiding place, lowered his head, dismantled the half-rotten demonic disciple's body with his spiritual power expressionlessly, until he was completely integrated with the earth and turned into flower fertilizer.

The blood splashed on Han Jing's face which had just been wiped clean with a handkerchief, covering up the scent of rhododendrons remaining on it.

After finishing the finishing work, Han Jing went to the mountain stream to wash his hands and hair, cleaned up the dirt on his body in an orderly manner, and then walked back to the position where Chang Boning had just laid him down, and lay down on the ground according to the original posture, look up to the sky.

After walking out of "The Leftovers", Han Jing never had a moment of real rest.

He has been walking and stopping in the world, thinking about things in his heart, thinking about the layout, he stares at everything, but nothing can stay in his eyes.

In his eyes, grass mustard and the sun are exactly the same, there is no difference.

Only Chang Boning is a clean and distinctive moon.

Tonight, after seeing Chang Boning, he finally decided to appreciate it for a month.

Many years ago, he, Feng Rugu, and Jing Sanchai, together with more than a hundred disciples in the "Remaining World", were chased by the Demon Dao and hid in Tibet one day late at night, and once saw such a beautiful moon.

That night Han Jing and Feng Rugu managed to find a hiding place.

The disciples were exhausted and fell asleep soundly one by one.

The three young Order officers cannot sleep.

They took up the duty of night watch, lying on the barren and desolate high cliff, under the moonlight of a thousand hectares all over the wilderness, chatting with each other.

On the side of Qiaoji Mountain, there is a slight east wind, and the mist is like a light fur belt, turning around the mountain, like clouds.

Jing Sanchai was wounded and mentally weak, nestled next to the two of them, dozing off lazily.

Feng Rugu was awake, Mochizuki lost his mind for a while, and turned to call him: "Senior Brother Han, Senior Brother Han. Are you asleep?"

Han Jing replied: "Not yet, what's the matter?"

"I have something on my mind that I want to tell you." Feng Rugu said, "If I die..."

"As before, you are not allowed to say such things." Han Jing frowned, "Boning will die of grief if you die."

Feng Rugu turned a deaf ear to it: "If I don't die, then I don't need to bother Senior Brother Han. Aren't we talking about the eventuality?"

Han Jing pursed her lips: "Say it."

"...If I die, you can help me find a man named You Hongchen. Tell him that I accidentally obtained the Tao, and once ascended, I went to find my master. If he wants to see me, he should practice hard and go to San Look for me in thousands of worlds."

Han Jing frowned, and chuckled lightly: "That person must be very important to the old man."

"No, I am very important to him." Feng Rugu crossed his legs, "So I try not to die."

Han Jing comforted him: "Brother Han will not let you have any accidents."

Feng Rugu looked at him: "Brother Han, how about you?"

Han Jing: "Huh?"

Feng Rugu: "After this catastrophe, if you can go out properly, is there anything Senior Brother Han wants to do?"

Han Jing: "I don't know what I want to do."

Feng Ruyu smirked: "If we can all get out alive, in order to celebrate, Senior Brother Han might as well make it clear to Senior Brother."

Han Jing blushed suddenly: "As usual! Don't talk nonsense!"

"What nonsense?" Feng Ruyuan said with reason and evidence, "I have been waiting for a long time to drink the wedding wine of the two of you, but I don't know whether you will move to Fengling Mountain to plant bamboo after the union of citizenship, or my senior brother will get married. Danyang Peak grows flowers..."

Han Jing said, "Not yet."

Feng Rugu said: "Don't do it, senior brother Han, when my senior brother opens his mind, the rotten wood will also be able to bloom flowers. Listen to me, cook the raw rice first, that's right."

Han Jing couldn't laugh or cry: "I'm not waiting for him, but for myself."

Feng Ruyu raised his eyebrows, very puzzled.

Han Jing laughed dumbly.

Feng Rugu has a passionate temperament and indulges in the world, but he is still at an age that does not know love.

At his age, he only knows how to move forward. He feels that if he likes someone, he should ask "Will you marry me?" If he doesn't want to, he just let go;

Han Jing has his own ideas.

He said: "Bonin is the moon. I don't want to just look at his reflection in the water, and I don't want to stand still and wait for him to come to me. I would like to take a ladder and walk towards him step by step until I meet him." They are also Yuehui."

Han Jing thought that Feng Rugu might not be able to understand what he meant.

Sure enough, Feng Ruyu hesitated.

Wanting to understand the meaning of these words, he felt inconceivable again: "...Could it be that senior brother Han thinks that he is not worthy of senior brother?"

Han Jing nodded meekly.

"But from our point of view, you really match each other very well. The name 'Bamboo and Flower Double Bibi' is not a lie."

"That's what the world sees. Compared with Bo Ning, my swordsmanship is lacking, my moral heart is not pure, and I am too sophisticated." Han Jing said slowly, "...As before, if one day, you really like a People will think, how good he is, but I myself am weathered and have regrets everywhere."

"Then I'm afraid it's impossible to fall in love with someone." Feng Ruyuan laughed loudly, "I, Feng Er, am the best person in the world, from head to toe, flawless and without regrets. I really love myself so much."

Han Jing couldn't help laughing along with him.

He really wanted to be like Feng Ruyu, young, confident and full of vitality.

When a young man is here, the scenery is really unique.

Feng Ruyu still wanted to speak, but his face suddenly froze.

Almost at the same time, Han Jing also discovered something.

The two looked at each other, confirming each other's mind: there is someone!

The next moment, the silent sword light volley shot at the cloud watch, illuminating the blue sky!

In the blink of an eye, they had come to the intruder.

Feng Rugu drew out both swords, blood was still left on the sword, Han Jing guarded the surroundings with the sword, in case a large group of demons raided this place.

"Hello." The visitor said elegantly, "There's no need to look for it, I'm here alone."

The man was dressed in an apricot-yellow gown with a plain waist, and faced a murderous man, he did not hide or hide, with a calm expression: "I know you need help. That's why I'm here."

Feng Ruyuan observed the unexpected visitor: "Who are you?"

The visitor smiled and reported himself: "My name is Lin Xuejing, a demon cultivator, majoring in Fengyue Dao and Hehuanzong, and I am named the oiran in Qingyu Pavilion, the main city of your so-called 'remaining world'. A few days ago, I heard from a guest about the fact that more than a hundred Taoist priests fell from the Great Wilderness into the "Forgotten World", and through inquiries, I learned of your whereabouts in the past four or five days, and I guessed that you should hide here, so, I'm here to find you."

This person spoke strangely, and his origin was unknown. Han Jing was worried that this person was a spy and would put his disciples in danger, so he made eye contact and asked Feng Rugu if he wanted to kill this person as soon as possible.

Feng Rugu shook his head slightly, wanting to find out more information, so he asked, "What are you looking for us for?"

Lin Xuejing said: "I want to ask you for something."

Feng Rugu: "Take care of a group of desperate people begging for things?"

Lin Xuejing: "You are not at the end of the road; you can afford what I want."

Feng Rugu: "Tell me and listen."

Lin Xuejing smiled brightly: "It's just a little favor."

That was the first time Han Jing saw Lin Xuejing.

An oiran asked the bustard mother for a day off due to illness, and came here to find a group of bereaved dogs, and proposed that they could be brought into the main city of the "Leaving World" in batches and hidden in the other courtyard he bought.

The price was paid afterwards: he had to ask the Daoist for a favor.

This sounds really ridiculous.

Even if this person is a bait sent by the Demon Dao, and wants to play the trick of inviting you into the urn, he will not be so straightforward, so straightforward that he is a bit stupid.

However, things are impermanent.

Han Jing never thought that ten years later, he would become one of his guardians.

It's like he never thought that ten years later, he, who had tried everything to protect Feng Ruyuan, would turn his sword and try his best to deal with Feng Ruyuan.

...However, ten years ago and ten years later, he never had the chance to touch that moon.