Everyone owes me a favor

After a night of fighting, Feng Rugu led more than a hundred people to tear through the siege with a sharp knife, and broke into a dawn covered in blood and dust.

During this period, Feng Ruyu went back and forth, never resting for a moment.

When Han Jingyao shouted "It's safe, take a rest", Feng Rugu could no longer stand on his feet, and both swords sank into the dust at the same time, splashing a little bit of blood, before he managed to support his body.

Han Jing rushed over with the sword in hand, grabbed his arm, and raised his voice to order: "The devil will come at any time, don't gossip, and adjust your breath quickly."

After giving the order, he asked Feng Rugu softly, "How do you feel?"

Feng Rugu's body was crumbling against the hilt of the sword: "Brother Han, I'm tired."

Han Jing felt a little heartbroken: "I know, sit down."

Feng Rugu slowly wrestled his hand away: "It's not the time....It's not the time yet."

He dragged the two swords, moving every step, and the blades plowed out two streaks of blood on the ground.

Contrary to his slow movements, Feng Rugu's spiritual power rolled out like an avalanche.

Its posture is like a phoenix with broken wings, even with only half of its wings left, the remaining wind under the wings is still enough to shake Cang Yue.

This group of people fled all the way, releasing their spiritual power wantonly, and it was too easy for Mo Dao to find them.

...Feng Ruyuan planned to make the magicians take more detours.

Feng Rugu threw his sword in the air, stepped on his sword Lingfeng, and unsparingly unleashed all his spiritual power and headed northwest.

A disciple looked up at his back: "What did Lord Feng Dao do?"

Wen Chen glanced at him, and said in a strange way: "Who knows? He is the proud son of heaven, and we are just little mustard seeds in his eyes. Where do we need to explain to us?"

The disciple frowned: "That's not what he said. He always acts on his own, provoking the Demon Dao twice as much. Yesterday, he lit a fire and burned the house again, which made the Demon Dao even more angry. In the end, we suffer together with him. We don't have his level of cultivation..."

"Who says it's not." Wen Chen waved his hand, gathered a few people around him who were listening to him with pricked up ears, and carefully observed, "Our goal is too big to follow Feng Ruyu like this, besides, you can trust that lunatic If not, he will take us to some even more unimaginable places, which will only increase the danger. If he is honest, then that’s all. If we risk our lives again, it’s better for us..."

Fortunately, Zhongfeng's side reacted very quickly in this encirclement and suppression campaign, and they kept their self-defense all the time. They were not poisoned. Only four people were slightly injured, and the number of serious injuries did not increase.

After Feng Rugu turned back, he heard Han Jing explain the injuries of the disciples from each family, nodded, said "very good", and sat down against the tree.

Han Jing wiped away the fine sweat on his forehead that he was unable to wipe off for him: "As before, you should rest."

Feng Rugu only replied "Mmm", the nasal voice was so soft that it was like a whisper.

Han Jing guided him to lie down on his knees: "Sleep here."

Feng Rugu gathered his last ounce of energy: "Brother Han, don't you take a break?"

Han Jing looked at the pale moon that was about to end in the sky, a few silver pebbles, and said in a low voice: "The moonlight is gone, it's really a waste not to look at it."

Feng Ruyuan snorted lazily: "You're still not tired enough."

Han Jing gently caressed his side face with the back of her finger: "...Sorry. Brother Han will help you soon."

Feng Ruyuan raised his legs, closed his eyes and said, "Senior brother Han, my senior brother's swordsmanship is difficult to improve, because he doesn't understand the seven emotions, and even the innate killing intent and animal nature have to be comprehended later in life; it's good for you, you are completely opposite to senior brother. Zhiyue You said..."

Han Jing took the words and humbly admitted his flaws: "Master said that it is difficult for me to fully display my sword skills because I am too sentimental and full of distracting thoughts, and my sword skills have both form and spirit, but I was delayed on a 'unbearable'."

"It's good to be affectionate." Feng Rugu lowered his voice, "Like my senior brother a little more."

Probably between life and death, people are always extraordinarily honest, Han Jing said: "I really like him."

He has a straight posture, sitting himself like a small bamboo.

But this bamboo is particularly talkative today: "In the past, Bo Ning really wanted to ride a crane. He said that Ru Gu's home is in the south of the Yangtze River, and he wanted to take Ru Gu to see his hometown by riding a crane."

Speaking of this, he pursed his lips, very embarrassed: "I said, I will raise a crane for him. I really did."

"A crane with a snow neck, frost hair, and red net palms. It was raised from a small one, fed with pills, and fed by Liquan. Now it is 12 years old. I wanted to be in Boning for [-] years. At that time, I gave it to him as a souvenir..."

Feng Rugu covered Han Jing's mouth: "It's so noisy."

Han Jing, whose mouth was covered, blinked and let out a chuckle.

Through Feng Ruyu's palm, he told himself what was on his mind: "...I really want to like him a little more."

After saying that, he pointed to himself and waved his hand again, signaling that he would stop arguing.

Only then did Feng Rugu put down his hands, turned over, and fell asleep without saying a word.

Under the early sun, the face of the young man who could be regarded as a master of swordsmanship lost a bit of pride and high spirits, and his facial features were soft enough to match his age.

Han Jing let him rest on her lap, and as if loving her younger brother, touched his cheek lightly, then closed her eyes, breathed and meditated, allowing a wave of spiritual power to gradually flow into her meridians.

.........

What followed was a protracted escape.

The futile search for more than [-] consecutive days has driven Ding You and his party, who were determined to win, to madness. Once they find traces of Taoists, they will be endlessly chasing and killing.

Even Feng Ruyuan's tactic of luring the enemy into wrong actions only bought everyone a short three-hour rest time.

They have been fleeing, and fled alive into a flock of frightened birds.

During the short rest time, Feng Rugu could only meditate and adjust his breath, or go to see how Jing Sanchai's injury was doing.

However, after that night, Han Jing seemed to be enlightened, Jianfeng didn't restrain himself any more, and the demonic blood disciples consumed a lot of strength in this non-stop pursuit, the pressure on Feng Ruyuan suddenly eased a lot few.

When Feng Rugu realized that Han Jing hadn't come to see him for a long time, it was already seven days later.

After killing another group of demonic intruders, Feng Ruzhi held his sword and looked for Han Jing among the disciples who were sitting or standing.

He searched and searched, and found a figure sitting with his back to the crowd under a cliff.

But the man's demeanor was a little strange, not only the front was unbuttoned, his clothes were slightly disheveled, but also from the back, there was a shocking indifference, so that Feng Ruyuan stopped and looked at it for a while before he dared to confirm that it was what he was looking for. people.

"...Brother Han?"

He recognized that the man was wiping Han Jing's sword.

Han Jing's "Chunfeng Cibi" is shaped like a Xuan brush, and the whole body of the sword is sapphire, which emits a glimmer of luster. Only the tip of the sword is black jade, which is pure and dripping, so it got its name.

Han Jing seemed to have something on his mind. Hearing Feng Rugu calling him, he didn't turn his head, but responded briefly: "Yes. What's the matter?"

Feng Ruyu scratched his head.

In fact, he had nothing to do, he just wanted to talk to Han Jing.

Han Jing has always been a person who can make people feel at ease.

It's just that if he also has something on his mind, he doesn't have to bother him.

Just as Feng Rugu wanted to say that nothing had happened, he heard a commotion somewhere behind him.

Han Jing also heard it, closed his clothes, turned around and held his sword: "What happened?"

The person who caused the commotion was Wen Chen again.

But this time something really happened.

"Missing someone!" Wen Chen stomped his feet anxiously, "Three people are lost in the encirclement of the magic way!"

Someone comforted him and said: "Maybe it's just falling behind. Maybe soon..."

Wen Chen said anxiously: "Even if we fall behind, we have rested here for a quarter of an hour. There is absolutely no reason why we can't catch up."

Feng Rugu listened for a while, and said simply: "They're not me, they've probably fallen."

Wen Chen was furious when he heard the words: "At this time, you still come to show off?!"

Feng Rugu asked inexplicably, "What am I showing off?"

Wen Chen didn't want to have another spat with Feng Rugu, so he turned around and said, "Maybe they still have a chance....You, and you, come with me!"

Feng Ruyuan blocked his way with a sword.

Wen Chen said angrily: "Are you going? If you don't go, don't block the way here!"

Feng Rugu: "What are you going to do?"

"Rescue!"

Feng Ruyuan corrected him: "Death."

Wen Chen sneered: "Oh, I know you can't count on me, so don't stop me!"

He was about to leave, but Feng Rugu crossed his arms and said, "I won't stop you, please do. But cut off the silk thread on your body before you go."

The silk thread is the leading thread that Feng Rugu and Han Jing buried in the bodies of the disciples of each school. Even if they get separated for a while, with this thing, they can guide them all the way and find the place to return to.

After Feng Ruyuan made a big fuss in the main city of "The Leftovers", that's how he found Han Jing and the others.

Cutting off the lead wire means completely cutting off from the main force.

Wen Chen's face changed: "Why?! If they were just left behind, or if we successfully rescued them—"

Feng Rugu said: "I don't care if you can save them or not. With the silk thread, Mo Dao can find me and wait. Once these people you lead leave the team, they will die. Don't implicate us."

Hearing this, the few young fellows who were named by Wen Chen shrank their heads and fell silent.

Wen Chen's spirit was wiped out by a basin of cold water, and it was inevitable that he felt short of breath as a hero. His heart became more oppressed, and his anger surged upwards: "Feng Rugu, don't you take our lives seriously at all? , want to get rid of our cumbersome burdens?"

Feng Rugu smiled and said, "Have self-knowledge? What a surprise."

Wen Chen was so angry that it was useless for anyone to stop him: "Let go of me!! If you don't go, I will go alone! Brother Han, give me the silk thread of the three of them, and I will send it to you!" Bring them all back!"

Everyone's wires are kept by Han Jing alone.

In the chaos, Han Jing said quietly: "The three of them have broken the thread."

Wen Chen: "..."

Even Feng Ruzhi, who was planning to calm down Wen Chen, raised his sword to save others, was also stunned.

If the silk thread is broken, either the person who pulled the silk died, or they have fallen into the clutches of the devil, knowing that they are helpless, and they don't want to involve everyone, so they cut the thread themselves.

Wen Chen stared blankly at Han Jing for a moment, tears welled up in his eyes, and turned away.

Feng Rugu also felt a little sad, and wanted to say a few words to Han Jing, but Han Jing turned and left with an indescribably indifferent expression on his face.

This palpitating indifference appeared on Han Jing's face, which made Feng Rugu's heart skip a beat for no reason.

He chased after him: "Brother Han, is the silk thread really broken?"

Han Jing replied: "Yes."

Feng Rugu still didn't believe it: "Brother Han, don't be afraid of me taking risks to save people. I'm the least afraid of taking risks in my life."

Han Jing replied, "It's really broken."

Feng Rugu grabbed his shoulders and forced him to turn half of his body. Just as he was about to speak, he saw a light red blood on his chest. He couldn't help being surprised: "Are you injured?"

He was about to pull Han Jing's loose front, and Han Jing grabbed his hand: "As usual...don't touch me."

Feng Rugu said anxiously: "Why hide it when you're injured?!"

Han Jing twisted her body, tried her best to avoid Feng Rugu, her words were very strange, even a little confused: "Stay away from me...I'm very strange, I'm afraid of hurting you...I'm afraid I'll be scared soon too forget……"

Hearing his words getting more and more strange, Feng Rugu couldn't help but stand on tiptoe and touch his forehead.

...It's really hot.

Looking at the bleeding on his chest, Feng Ruyuan judged that he was not seriously injured, so he relaxed a little, and pushed his back: "Brother, don't worry about things here. Go and rest."

Han Jing lowered his head and was pushed two steps away by him, and suddenly said, "It's the same."

Feng Ruyu: "What?"

"I'm doing the right thing, am I wrong?"

These seemingly chaotic words aroused a bad feeling in Feng Rugu's heart: "Brother Han, what did you do?"

Pulling the thread, could it be Brother Han...

If he voluntarily broke the silk thread, he would not be able to take risks, Wen Chen would not be able to find the three people who fell, and without the risk of his life, Mo Dao would not be able to find their whereabouts based on the silk thread.

But those three people... were completely abandoned in this "world left behind".

But after a second thought, Feng Rugu gave up such unrealistic speculations again.

That's Han Jing.

He is intelligent, but has always been affectionate, and reason is always greater than reason.

Even if there are thousands of reasons, he will not give up on those three people.

Sure enough, Han Jing shook for a moment, as if he had just fought a battle between heaven and man, his face was pale: "It's nothing. I may be... burnt out. I'll take a rest... rest for a while."

Feng Rugu trusted Han Jing, so he immediately put away his nonsensical guesses: "Go, go."

Han Jing took a few steps, then turned around again.

Feng Rugu was watching his back, met his eyes, and waved his hand again, telling him to go to rest.

Han Jing grabbed the clothes on his chest and took a deep look at him, but the emotion in his eyes was so faint that he couldn't see clearly: "As usual, I'm going. You are fine."

Feng Ruyu didn't think it was strange: "Go ahead. I'll be watching here."

the other side.

Wen Chen and a dozen or so fellow Taoists who had a good relationship with him discussed in a low voice, head to head.

Wen Chen clenched his fists: "Let me tell you, Han Jing is just as untrustworthy as that Feng Ruyuan! ——They didn't die at all! They didn't cut off the wire!"

Someone asked: "Young Master Wen, how do you know?"

"There is a playmate of mine who was left behind. He has always been timid. Just in case, he tied a silk thread with me!" Wen Chen tore open his chest, and there was a shimmering thin thread crawling on it. "This line is not broken at all. The surname Han is lying to us! He just doesn't want to save the three of them!"

Someone cheered up: "Let's go and tell Feng Daojun about this!"

"Ask him to be sealed as before?" Wen Chen sneered with tears in his eyes, "He only cares about showing off, why did he ever take the life and death of fellow Taoists into his heart?"

There was silence all around.

Wen Chen waved his hand, full of heroic dreams: "That's it, listen to me, let's go secretly, and then sneak back. I don't believe that the way of magic is an impregnable wall. He can kill seven in and seven out, but we can't!"