Everyone owes me a favor

Feng Ruyuan fell into a long dream that was as dark as a swamp.

When he woke up, it was just dawn, and the warmth of the early sun fell on his eyelashes, with a little smell of snow.

It was autumn when he left, and now it is winter.

A heavy snow just fell outside, the snow shadow reflected the sky and the earth completely white, and the light turned and turned thousands of times, falling on Feng Ruyuan, making Feng Ruyuan suspect that he had fallen into a maze of light.

It's been a long time since I slept in bed, the overly soft touch made Feng Ruyuan think that he was about to melt into the bed.

Because the pain has been blunt for a long time, the pain recovered very slowly.

Feng Ruyuan lay on his back on the bed, blinking his eyes slowly.

The world is too bright, so the feeling of being half dark is extra strong.

His eyes were really hurting. It took him some time to figure out who he was, and another time to sort out his situation bit by bit.

He was chaotic and misty, at one moment he thought he was alive, at another moment he felt that it would be better to be dead.

At a certain moment, a flash of spiritual light suddenly flashed in his mind, and there was a lonely little person standing in the spiritual light.

He suddenly opened his eyes, turned over and sat up, without even wearing shoes, and went straight out of the warm and fragrant hut.

Feng Ruyuan woke up at a very coincidental time.

Chang Boning guarded him for several days and nights, but was forced to rest by Master Xiaoyaojun just now, and asked Yan Jiangnan to come and take care of him.

Although Yan Jiangnan likes to take a slanted sword and loves to study toxicology, the orthodox pharmacology was brought up by Fengling's female medicine monarch Yuan Ruzhou, and he has made some achievements.

She wanted to do something wholeheartedly, holding a small medicine fan and decocting medicine in the porch, but she saw Feng Ruzhi, dressed in single clothes and bare feet, ran from the house, facing the southeast and facing the wind.

For a moment, Yan Jiangnan thought he was delusional.

In a moment, the several pairs of footprints in the snow and the crimson blood dripping on the white snow caused Yan Jiangnan to change color belatedly: "Little brother!"

The spiritual power in Feng Rugu's body was weakened, like wine left in a bottle, only a thin layer of foundation remained.

He rushed all the way to the inn with a consumption method that can almost be called "fishing out of the marsh".

When Feng Ruyuan broke into the inn, both the host and guest were scared out of their wits.

This year's first snowfall lasted all day and night, which was a catastrophe for the poor. Early in the morning, the city cleared two carts of dead bodies on the side of the road.

Feng Ru was wearing blood-stained single clothes, and had drained half of his own blood. His face was white and his lips were colorless.

I don't see you in three months, the waiter in the inn has long forgotten about this guest, and only thinks that this person is kind-hearted.

He had welcomed and sent off many guests, so he was well-informed. After a brief shock, he quickly judged that Feng Rugu looked like a noble son. Maybe he was robbed due to bad luck.

He brought a cup of hot tea: "Guest officer, take a sip of tea, let's make peace..."

Before he finished speaking, the gorgeous corpse went straight up the stairs, heading straight to the room where he had returned countless times in his dreams.

Xiao Er was at a loss, and worried that he was crazy, and damaged the decorations in the inn, startling the distinguished guests, and hurriedly followed.

The corpse stood still at the door of the Tianzihao room.

The quilts are tidy, the floor is clean, the table is bright, and it is unpopularly clean.

Feng Ruyu stared at the empty room infatuatedly, his body hurt so much that he couldn't stand upright.

Xiao Er chased after him: "Guest officer...?"

He grabbed Xiao Er's skirt and pulled it in front of him, half pressing him, half using him as a crutch to support his crumbling body: "Where is the... child inside?"

Xiao Er took a deep breath: "Oh, you belong to that child... He said that someone might come to pick him up, is it you?"

Feng Rugu shook his body back and forth: "Where's the person?"

Xiao Er hurriedly supported his arm: "Don't worry, the child was here at first, and he was waiting for you all day long. Later, he seemed to have encountered something, so he checked out of the room and left. After a while, I came back again, still waiting."

Feng Ruyu repeated: "...wait."

Xiao Er nodded: "As long as he is free, he will move the bench and sit at the door and wait. He said that someone will definitely come back to pick him up."

Feng Ruyu repeated: "...take him home..."

Xiao Er noticed that his condition and complexion were very strange, and quietly reached out to support his right flank: "About seven or eight days ago, he met an old monk, and the monk asked him for some food and said something to him. He followed the monk."

"Monk..." Feng Rugu's eyes were full of flying mosquitoes, and he could hear it all thanks to his hard work. Now he finally found hope in this sentence, and he was willing to give up, "What kind of monk—"

While speaking, the wound on his body was cracked even deeper, and the white clothes leaked green blood, which made Xiaoer tremble in fright.

"Which school?" Feng Rugu squeezed out every word between his teeth, "Which temple, which monk?"

Xiao Er was a little desperate.

He was worried that once he told the truth of "I don't know", this extremely weak guest would lose the last bit of anger he needed to survive, and he would fall down and die with regret.

Xiaoer was in a dilemma, and only heard a warm scent of azaleas in the inn for no reason.

The next moment, his body lightened, and he was lifted away from the guest who was about to collapse.

Chang Boning came here on the wind, because of his impatience, his graceful demeanor was a little less, but in Xiaoer's eyes, he was already the most fairy-like person he had ever seen in his life.

He slightly nodded to Xiao Er, who was staring at him, with one arm hanging by his side, and the other arm gently wrapped around Feng Ruyuan's waist, holding him in his arms.

Half of his flesh and blood were lost in the "Remnant World", which made his waist even more difficult to grasp.

Chang Boning: "The injury is so serious, why are you running around?!"

This was the most important sentence that Chang Boning said to Feng Ruru since he knew him.

He wanted to be fierce at first, but whoever wanted Feng Ruji to bury him in his arms, and immediately after that, he felt a hot wet feeling from his shoulders.

Chang Boning immediately felt relieved, and his voice softened: "What's wrong? Does the wound hurt?"

"Senior brother..." Feng Rugu raised his eyes, almost crying out of grievance, "I lost my child..."

The words drained the last of his strength.

He fell down without a sound, and lightly knocked his head on Chang Boning's chest.

Chang Boning raised his other hand, resting his fingertips on his chest, caressing him back and forth, confirming that the flesh and blood were warm and his heart was still beating, before he let out a breath, with the pain of almost losing something precious in his eyes with fear.

……

When he woke up again, Feng Ruyuan's injured eye was replaced with new medicine, and the circle of white gauze completely deprived him of his vision on the right side.

The cool medicinal smell trickled down his eye sockets into his whole body, but it couldn't nourish his exhausted meridians.

He tried to mobilize his spiritual power again, but felt his whole body was weak, and he felt sluggish even when he moved his fingers.

While upset, he heard the voice of his master, Mr. Xiaoyao.

"The devil's poison has flowed into the eight channels of the heart, and there is no way to get rid of it... If you hadn't brought him back in time, he would have already fallen into the devil."

Chang Boning refused to accept this fact: "Master, if you think about it again, there must be other ways to save the old man."

Lord Xiaoyao said: "His whole body is tainted by demonic energy. If he wants to be healed completely, he can only dissipate his spiritual power and destroy his bones. But after doing this, not only will he not be able to lift his sword in his life, but he will still have his life. Zhiyu——He was seriously injured and survived, relying entirely on the support of the immortal body, breaking a bone, and also breaking his lifeline. Yesterday, I asked the boy Sansi to come quietly into the mountain to have a look, and he also said that the demon dye has been He was powerless to return to his bone marrow. Apart from temporarily suppressing it with spells, I really have no other way."

Mr. Xiaoyao's voice paused, adding a bit of indescribable melancholy: "... If I really had a good way, I should have used it to save that person in the first place, then today, nothing bad will happen .”

Hearing this, Meng Chongguang, his wife's wife, got up unhappy: "Senior brother!"

Mr. Xiaoyao raised his hand and pressed his head down, signaling him not to eat this old vinegar, they are discussing business.

Meng Chongguang became more obedient after being pressed, sat beside Feng Rugu, and unceremoniously exposed him: "Are you awake?"

Feng Ruyuan tilted his head, and when he opened his mouth to speak, there was a bloody smell rising from his throat: "Master, Master."

Meng Chongguang put the glass of water that had been warm in his hand on the small table next to his pillow: "Don't pretend to be asleep when you wake up, your master and brother are very worried."

Mr. Xiaoyao raised his foot and lightly kicked Meng Chongguang's knee - he said it was a kick, but it was clearly a rub - and rubbed him aside: "As usual, how do you feel?"

"I died once, but I didn't see Po Meng." Facing Master, Feng Rugu really didn't want to look sad, and said with a playful smile, "It's a pity."

Xiaoyao Jun laughed happily: "You boy."

Feng Rugu had a smile on his face, but he clenched his cold palms under the quilt: "...What were you talking about just now?"

Chang Boning is really not a connoisseur of lying, his eyes were filled with resentment and compassion, he turned his eyes away, not daring to look directly into Feng Ruyuan's eyes.

Mr. Xiaoyao caressed his soft forehead hair: "It said that you were seriously injured and you still had to run outside. When you recover, you should be punished for copying scriptures."

Feng Rugu pulled the quilt with one hand, covering half of his face, only showing a crooked smiling eye, coquettishly: "Master, Master, you are wrong, never dare to do it again."

The lower half of his face was stiff with a smile, but he tried his best to keep the smile in his eyes.

Because he knew that his apprentice was sensitive and intelligent, Mr. Xiaoyao couldn't bear to look at his forced smiling eyes, and stroked his eyelids: "Okay, don't waste your energy on gossip, take good care of it, in the future..."

He could no longer say the words after "future".

At this moment, he should not give Feng Ruyu any more expectations.

Hope, for the current Feng Rugu, it hurts him more than the silver needle poked into his eye.

Thinking of this, Mr. Xiaoyao stood up: "As before, let's heal your wounds first. The only thing you have to do well now is this. What are your plans for the future? Think in your heart, when you have plans, tell Master , Master will discuss with you in detail."

Feng Ruyu replied softly: "Yes."

Mr. Xiaoyao took Chang Boning and stepped out of the house.

"Bo Ning, I don't have a lot of time." Xiaoyao Jun said, "In order to save the old, I have broken through the triple realm, and I have reached the holy realm, and I will fly up at any time. At that time, Fengling will be as before, and I can only leave it to you."

Chang Boning raised his head, feeling very confused and uneasy: "Master——"

"Before I leave, I will try my best to take care of everything for you." Mr. Xiaoyao raised his hand, and gently pressed a folding fan on his lips, "As before, each family must give Fengling an explanation."

Chang Boning was a little confused: "Master, shouldn't we hunt down Ding You first? He escaped from the 'Old World', and no one found his body..."

Lord Xiaoyao looked at his docile and innocent disciple, and said, "Whether Ding You dies or not is not the most important thing for Yu Rurui. All I care about is that after this incident, the hatred between Dao and Demon will continue for at least 20 years. In this In the meantime, if it's Fallen Demon as usual, Bo Ning, how will you treat it?"

All the Taoist priests who came out of the "Leaving World" are in unanimous agreement, and they are all of one mind. They only focus on how Feng Rugu protected them before he was captured, and skip the situation in the prison. Friends, beheaded too many demons, just now incur Ding You's whole-hearted and crazy revenge.

Because of this, Chang Boning didn't know anything about the situation in the prison, and only thought that Ding You hated Feng Ruru for killing him, so he targeted him like this.

He said: "Even if he is a fallen devil, he will still be the same as before. What's more, he has great kindness to them as before, so they shouldn't say anything more. I, Fengling, will raise him for the rest of his life, and there is no need for outsiders to worry about it."

Mr. Xiaoyao smiled inexplicably: "Bo Ning, Bo Ning."

Chang Boning: "...Master?"

Mr. Xiaoyao: "Your heart is too clean."

Chang Boning guessed that maybe he was too naive and said something stupid, so he bowed his head obediently and prepared to be trained: "Boning knows he is ignorant, please master to point out."

Mr. Xiaoyao didn't accuse him at all.

"It's good that you're like this. I don't have any advice for you. Master wishes you to be like this all your life, don't grow up, don't change." Mr. Xiaoyao looked at him attentively, as if he saw another familiar, bright moon and clear breeze in him With a similar figure, "Let's do this, I'll tell him directly when the injury is better."

Inside the house, Meng Chongguang was peeling the oranges by the side of the bed, with an expression that had nothing to do with him.

Master and senior brother have left, and Feng Rugu can finally ask his heart: "Master, tell me, am I useless?"

Meng Chongguang's carelessness, caring and cleverness have always been directed towards his master Xiaoyaojun, and the mood and feelings of others have never been worthy of his consideration.

He said directly: "Yes. All your spiritual power needs to be sealed in the meridians and cannot be used again."

Feng Ruyuan let out a "hmm" and was quite calm.

He knew that he still had a long time to accept this fact, and he didn't need to rush to collapse at this moment.

Meng Chongguang glanced at Feng Rugu, lowered his head and picked off the thin white network of the orange: "If you want, I can do it quietly and kill one or two of them."

Feng Ruyu: "Who are they?"

"Those Daoist boys." Meng Chongguang said, "Don't tell me, those boys never pushed you out to block the arrows. ——The wounds on your body were all caused by Daoist weapons, but those who came to thank you with heavy gifts , but didn’t even mention it. Avoiding talking about it must be a guilty conscience. Brother is not stupid, he has a mirror in his heart.”

Feng Rugu: "What's the use of killing them?"

Meng Zhongguang didn't blink his eyes: "Exhaust."

Feng Ruyuan laughed: "Thank you, Master."

"Mo Xie. It's not for you, it's because they made senior brother unhappy." Meng Chongguang left a plate of peeled oranges, got up and said, "Lie down. I'll ask Bo Ning to come in and accompany you."

Feng Ruyi lay down as he said.

He knew that the teacher's wife's temperament had always been evil, and this statement was definitely not false.

But he also knew that the master would not allow his wife to do this.

If he hadn't been infiltrated by the evil energy, the master would have made the world know that he suffered for all the Taoist disciples, regardless of his mother's Taoist face, his disciples couldn't suffer for others, and he wouldn't get a good reputation.

But now that he is infected by demons, the situation is quite different.

Anti-demonism in the world has become a great trend.

If everyone knew that Feng Rugu had been tainted by demons for a group of Taoist peers, there would only be two possibilities.

The first, is endless sympathy and respect.

With such sympathy and respect, Feng Ruyu would obediently dwell in a corner of Fengling, and be a pitiful useless person for the rest of his life.

Second, he can only enjoy short-lived sympathy and respect, and over time, he will become a thorn in the Taoist sect, a carbuncle in the Fengling.

After the tide of exterminating the demons, it is time for all the Taoist sects to rise, and everyone wants to be the leader of the Taoist sect and become a real famous and decent sect.

At that time, Feng Rugu, who has been infected by demons and will transform into a demon cultivator at any time, will become an excellent excuse to criticize Fengling.

There are demons in the immortal way, how can we tolerate them?

As for how the devil was planted, who would care?

Then, the best way is to conceal this matter, let Feng Rugu retreat behind the scenes, gain a halo, and be admired by thousands of people.

At least in this way, he doesn't have to live in suffocating pity, and there are still people who respect him, fear him, and fear him.

When people mentioned him, they would not lament "that poor guy", but "that hero".

If one wanted to be a hero, one had to be pure. If the ugliness of those Daoist children were made public, controversy and turmoil would inevitably arise within the Daoist sect, and the favors exchanged with flesh and blood would be greatly reduced.

If Feng Rugu was still the former Feng Rugu, he wouldn't care about such kindness, and if he lost it, he would lose it, and if he rips his face, he would rip his face.

But now he has no power to protect himself, and favors have become the best shield to protect him.

If he's not mistaken, Mr. Xiaoyao will personally visit each of the Taoists who are favored by him and knock on them one by one, so as to firmly stabilize this favor.

However, for Feng Ruyu himself, he currently only has two options: being a glorious waste or a pitiful waste.

Feng Ruyuan knew that thinking about these troublesome trifles would not help his recovery, so he simply put them aside and devoted himself to pestering Chang Boning.

While he was recuperating from his injuries, the people who came to visit him almost broke the threshold of Fengling.Feng Rugu saw them whenever he wanted, and some people, Feng Rugu didn't bother to take another look, pretended to be seriously injured and avoided seeing them.

Danyang Peak also came.

Mr. Zhiyue holds a whisk and wears a red dress. He is a figure as bright as a jade tree.He cared about his body, and gave him the elixir of ginseng, with a gentle attitude and extreme gentleness.

It was not until before leaving that Zhiyuejun asked him the question he wanted to know most in a soft voice: "As usual, do you know where Jing'er has gone?"

In the past, when Feng Rugu heard the name "Jing'er", he must have made fun of Han Jing.

Now, with no one to laugh at, he can only shake his head.

Feng Rugu didn't know where Han Jing had gone, but he heard that the reason why Master was able to confirm the approximate location of the "Lost World" after it was completely sealed was because of a flickering "wild fire".

At first, the "wild fire" was discovered by a few ordinary villagers, who only regarded it as an ordinary supernatural thing and didn't take it to heart.

Until a Taoist friend from Fengling happened to meet this group of lights, and accidentally discovered that this group of "wild fire" does not exist in this world, but shines from the other world. He became suspicious and passed on the news , Only then did I find the "left behind" place.

This group of light seems to be inside the "Remnant World", and there is a person who is sending news to the outside world and guiding the way.

As for who the messenger is, it is not known.

After Zhiyuejun left with worries, Jing Sanchai came again.

He said that he was leaving, leaving the Daomen, maybe he would not come to Fengling often in the future, but he would definitely come.

Feng Ruyuan knew why he left, so he didn't ask much, and didn't try to keep him. He just smiled and said, the tobacco leaves you sent last time were quite effective in relieving pain, can you send some more?

His pain didn't just stop at the cut flesh.Once the pain of demonization occurs, it is not much worse than frying and cooking.

At this time, smoking some bamboo tobacco leaves made of Yanhusuo will make your body and mind feel better.

After the skin and flesh on Feng Ruyu's body grew back under the elixir and formed ugly blood scabs, Chang Boning began to paint the seven-flower seal on his body to seal spiritual power.

Only then did Chang Boning know who the child who was driven out by him was.

After learning the truth, he regretted endlessly: "As before, sorry, I really don't know... I will immediately send someone to inquire about his whereabouts, and if I have news, I will pick him up immediately."

Feng Rugu already knew from the injured Jing Sanchai that his family's little Hongchen entered Hanshan Temple safe and sound, and a big stone in his heart fell to the ground.

"What are you doing when you bring him back?" Feng Ruzhi was lying on the bed, his waist and back were dripping with light and shadows left by wet ink, looking very confusing, "Let him follow a useless person? What else can I teach him?"

Chang Boning's heart ached: "As before, don't say that about yourself."

"What I can give him is nothing but a home." Feng Ruzhi muttered, "But, senior brother, do you know that the reason why he has no home is because he was harmed by the evil ways. If in the future, I Really falling into the devil... I believe he will fall into the devil with me."

Chang Boning said: "I will not let you have a chance to become a demon. Besides, even if he is willing to follow you, this is the path he chose, and you cannot choose for him."

Feng Rugu said: "This should not be the path he chose. For me, he has no choice at all. Let it be like this, he already has a new home, I should feel at ease."

Chang Boning pursed his lips, said nothing, and lowered his head to trace the green veins of the lotus leaf on his back.

He couldn't believe that there would be another person in this world who was willing to give up everything for Feng Ruyu, and Feng Rugu valued, understood and cherished this kind of recklessness so much.

He was almost jealous.

"Very good." Feng Rugu said to himself while holding a copy of the Lotus Sutra, "Buddhism cultivates one's character, he was born in such a place, and his nature is not good enough. If he is with me, he will be educated by me." Became another little daoist. In Buddhism, he will have a better life than with me...for sure."

Speaking of this, he felt a little sentimental in his heart, and said, "Brother, please write a letter to Hanshan Temple for me....Use my handwriting."

Chang Boning paused: "Okay. What do you want to write?"

Feng Rugu buried his face in the crook of his arms, thought for a while, and said: "...Just one sentence is enough. 'Give you to my heart, and give it to others'."

The little red dust of his family should not be indulged in one person.

He has a whole world of mortals to roam about, and from now on, only a secluded courtyard and a prison called "Still Waters Run Deep" remain in the sealed world.

After his master ascended to immortality, he won the title of Lord Yunzhong and became one of the youngest rulers in the Taoist sect.

But this gentleman can't even walk out of the "still water runs deep" easily, because he is not sure whether there will be young and vigorous disciples who want to learn swordsmanship with Yunzhong Jun.

The sun was like a fish, swimming from the east window to the west window, listening to his own breathing, sitting for a whole day.

Occasionally he wondered if Little Hongchen was just waiting for him, from sunrise to sunset.

He is very sorry for him.

He made the whole Taoist sect owe him favors, but he alone owed that child a lot.

It's just that Feng Ruyuan has been crazy so many times, but this time he can't go crazy.

Feng Ruyuan had the courage to pull You Hongchen out of the mud, but he didn't want him to fall into another abyss with him.

After staying alone for a long time, Feng Rugu often wondered if people would be trapped to death.

Because of depression, because of loneliness, because of his inability to do anything about his situation, he had gone crazy and smashed things.

When tidying up quietly afterwards, Feng Rugu knew that Senior Brother Chang was standing outside his door and had been with him for a long time.

Ever since he realized this, Feng Rugu seldom went crazy like this again.

Ten years passed like this day by day.

……

Feng Ruyuan put down the bong, and a light mist lingered from his mouth.

All kinds of past events flew past his eyes, and melted into the smoke again, like a picture in a fairy candle. After the story was played out and the heat dissipated, it slowly stopped.

Guan Buzhi sat in front of him, still waiting with great anticipation for a legendary story.

Feng Rugu put Chang Boning's face on his face, and wrote lightly: "Rugu they fought against the evil ways in the 'Remnant World', fighting all the way, and each suffered casualties. They died more, and ours died less. However, As before, they were outnumbered and were captured. As before, they were punished, but I successfully rescued them later."

Guan Buzhi waited for a long time to write, and found that Feng Rugu didn't intend to speak again, so he blinked in disbelief: "... gone?"

Feng Ruyu: "It's gone."

Guan I don't know: "Is it that simple?"

Feng Ruyu: "Well, it's really that simple."

Guan Zhizhi's disappointment is beyond words: "Mr. Duan Rong, no one likes to listen to your storytelling."

Feng Rugu put down the bong, looked at Guan Ignorant in the thin smoke, and lied sincerely: "But after so many years, I went to see it again, and I almost forgot many details."

Guan didn't know if he believed such words, guessed that Mr. Duanrong didn't want to elaborate, and was really curious, so he couldn't help asking: "Mr. Duanrong, you..."

A knock on the door interrupted his words.

Feng Rugu asked, "Who?"

A forced indifference voice came from outside the door: "Me."

Hearing this voice, Feng Rugu couldn't help but bend the corners of his lips: "Who are you?"

Ruyi actually held back his temper, so he couldn't help but tease Ruyi: "... poor monk Ruyi."

Feng Rugu cleared his throat and said with a smile, "Come in."

It was like holding a tube of ointment for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis in one hand, pushing the door and entering, just bumped into Guan Zhizhi face to face.

Guan didn't know that he was still waiting to hear the details of the story, he didn't move his buttocks, he just watched Ruyi with Feng Ruzhi.

Ru Ben came here with a heart of apology, never thought that there would be other people in Feng Ru Gu's room.

But Feng Ruyi only wore his inner coat to greet guests, and he didn't shy away from it. He even tied his belt casually, loosely and loosely, with a playful look, Ruyi wished he could tie it up for him himself.

Ruyi's heart was slightly astringent, and he said, "It's so late, what's the matter with Master Guan Er here?"

Guan didn't know that he was confused by the question, and he was not a polite person like his elder brother, so he asked directly: "It's so late, layman Ruyi, what's the matter here?"

Ruyi immediately hid the tube of ointment, and despite being indifferent, couldn't hide his flushed face, and said briefly: "I have something to do."

Guan Bubu took a look at Feng Rugu, and found that he was staring at Ruyi's hand hidden behind his back in a playful and narrow way.

Seeing this, Guan didn't know his heart twitched suddenly, and the strange look of Mr. Duan Rong who was fidgeting when he first came in appeared in his mind.

This morning, as soon as something happened to Layman Ruyi, Duan Rongjun arrived at Qingyang Mountain without any warning. Yun Zhongjun, who has a very close relationship with Duan Rongjun, specially peeled a whole bowl of longan that nourishes yin and strengthens yang. They were all sent to Ruyi's room.

And that tube of ointment—

Guan Wuzhi swallowed a mouthful of saliva slightly.

……No way?