Everyone owes me a favor

When Chang Boning returned to Qingyang Mountain holding flowers, the sky was bright and everything in the mountain was settled.

As the chief villain, Ding You was dragged back to the secret room and carefully guarded. Luo Fuchun and Sang Luojiu drove away all the corpses.

Sang Luojiu purposely left two or three blood sect disciples, led by these poor people, to find their lair.

Guan didn't know that his elder brother Guan Youwu, who was hidden in the dark, was brought back to heal his wounds, and the other disciples also woke up.

Several blood disciples dressed in the human skins of Qingyang Mountain disciples were caught by Chang Boning's magic test method and detained separately.

The good news is that Feng Rugu's injuries were not serious, but his face was so pale that it was almost transparent, but he was in good spirits.

When Chang Boning returned with his sword in hand, Feng Rugu was lying on the side of the couch, holding a book for leisure.

He was used to being sick, so he knew how to make himself comfortable.

Seeing Chang Boning's return, he didn't get up, his eyes were watery because of sleepiness, and he looked very affectionate: "Brother, are you planning to give this flower to me?"

Chang Boning didn't talk much, he stepped forward and lightly held his wrist, while checking his pulse, he planned to take out his golden elixir from the alchemy palace, and planned to feed it into Feng Rugu's mouth to help him regulate his breath.

The duo used to do this often.

But this time, Feng Ruru waved his hand and refused.

At the same time, Chang Boning also found a strange aura in Feng Rugu's body.

A trace of cool fresh air leaked from his heart and lungs, and it turned out that there was already a golden elixir in it, which was healing Feng Ruyu's injury with spiritual energy.

"This is Xiao Hongchen's." Feng Rugu introduced, "Master Guan Dashan helped him suppress the poison in his body. He said that he was afraid that the poison would cause him to lose his soul again, so he temporarily stored the golden core in my body and asked me to watch it for him. .”

He slowly rubbed his chest, his eyes were half complicated and half soft: "Young monk who is duplicity."

Hearing this, Chang Boning felt a little indescribably sad.

In the past... I was supposed to do these things.

Chang Boning felt uncomfortable, and he tightened his grip on Feng Rugu's wrist.

He has a panic about losing his precious things, but he doesn't know what he will lose, so he has to hold on instinctively.

However, he always has a count in his hands, and when he is in a trance, he will not be willing to hold the pain and seal it as before.

Feng Ruyuan let him hold it, thinking that he was concentrating on his pulse diagnosis, and looked at him with a smile.

After a while, Chang Boning came back to his senses, his long eyelashes slightly lowered, and his slightly stiff expression naturally retracted, really feeling the pulse of Feng Ruyu.

Feng Rugu asked: "Have senior brothers chased that person?"

Chang Boning said: "Chasing...no."

This hesitation to speak was too obvious, which made Feng Rugu curious: "Brother, are you telling the truth?"

Chang Boning: "Really..."

Chang Boning: "...Fake."

Feng Ruyu let out a puzzled voice: "Brother, is there something on your mind?"

Chang Boning simply shut his mouth and calmed down.

He thought: Duplicity is really a difficult thing, I don't know why he is so happy.

The Seven Flower Seal was created by Chang Boning, but because of its strong medicinal properties, it cost a lot of money, so it was only used on Feng Ruyu.

This seal has not been carefully researched, and it was used in a hurry. Although Chang Boning continued to paint and make up for ten years, the foundation laid by the Qihua seal was too immature. Painting, so the three flowers bloomed, and Chang Boning could no longer remedy it.

Fortunately, after the third flower blooms, there are still four remaining flowers to maintain it, so that it will not be immediately enchanted.

After resting for several hours, the demonic energy surging in Feng Rugu's body had already returned to his veins, and he was silently dormant. In addition, his inner alchemy and spirit body had been tossed to pieces by the demonic energy. Chang Boning came to see him. In the past, only one heart vessel was shocked and the lung meridian was damaged.

After he calmed down, he conveniently took the sprig of Qunfanghuachun's fragrance to Feng Rugu's pillow, and gave it to him as a gift.

Before presenting the flowers, Chang Boning left only the blood-stained white hibiscus flower in the center, and kept it in his personal kit.

He also didn't know why he did this, probably because he didn't want to make him feel bloody in his wounds.

Feng Rugu had long been aroused by Chang Boning's hesitant appearance, and looked at this strange flower: "Brother, tell me, what happened? Have you chased that person?"

Chang Boning, who was not good at duplicity, sat up obediently and told Feng Rugu the truth about what happened with the flower giver.

Of course, he concealed the fact that the man knew about Feng Rugu's devilish aura.

After hearing about the incident, Feng Rugu slapped the bed, and said with hatred, "Senior brother, senior brother, you have been underestimated!"

"Frivolity?" Chang Boning thought for a while, "Is sending flowers called frivolity?"

…Amidst the murderous sword aura, carefully select the pure white flower color, take a petal from each of the hundreds of flowers, twist it into a flower, and give it to someone. Feng Ruyuan can't think of anything more frivolous than this.

"It can't be compared like this. Most of the time he gave flowers to show his superior swordsmanship, and he deliberately looked down on me." Chang Boning had a different way of thinking, and analyzed with frowned eyebrows, "If you give a flower, it is considered frivolous. Shouldn't Tasha's swordsmanship be called Meilaiyanqujian?"

Feng Ruyu laughed.

Chang Boning expressed his position very seriously, he didn't quite understand Feng Ruyuan's joke, but when he saw him smile, the corners of his mouth curled up.

After laughing, he asked a more concerned question: "As before, are you really in good health?"

Feng Ruyuan hit the snake with the stick: "I'm very flustered. Senior brother, touch it."

Chang Boning couldn't bear his coquettish appearance, blushed and patted his hand: "I'm serious."

With a single finger out of thin air, the man smashed Zhongfeng's old heart, destroyed the seven-flower seal that was already crumbling, and also eliminated his last thoughts.

Once the shackles were released, his heart became much more magnanimous and free.

Feng Rugu had his own considerations in his mind: "Brother doesn't believe what Rugu said, could it be that Rugu was too stubborn in the past, so that brother can't feel at ease?"

Chang Boning was a little embarrassed: "I worry too much."

Feng Rugu sighed: "Oh, one day, Rugu will not let senior brother bother him anymore."

Chang Boning was softened by his sighs, and he comforted him: "It's okay, senior brother is willing to trouble you. Fengling will always be home, and I will always be your senior brother."

When he was young, he left the Shangshu Mansion and entered Fengling Mountain again. His parents were harmonious, his master was a romantic man, and his younger brothers and sisters were cute and lively.

Therefore, his love and hatred are indifferent, and his mind is more pure and straightforward.

No matter what Feng Ruyuan said, he would believe it.

After taking reassurance from Feng Rugu, he felt relieved and said, "Rugu, let me comb your hair."

Feng Rugu was led back to the mountain by his master and brought up by Chang Boning. He even taught him to wear the Daoist hair crown.

Ordinary combing hair is nothing.

Chang Boning sat at the head of the bed, put Feng Ruyuan's black hair on his knees, and after carefully arranging it, he took an old wooden comb and combed it from the roots.

He asked softly: "How should Ding You and the others deal with it?"

Feng Ruyu lay contentedly on Chang Boning's lap, like a kitten whose fur has been smoothed out: "You can deal with it as you like. Brother, let's decide. I don't care about these nosy things, I'm too lazy."

Chang Boning frowned slightly.

Chang Boning's heart is really easy to see through, Feng Rugu played with a lock of hair, and looked up at him: "What the hell is senior brother thinking about?"

Chang Boning did have some selfishness.He felt that if he used harsh means to deal with many demon ways, in case he failed to protect himself in the future and fell into a demon as before, then as the current Lord of Fengling, how would he deal with it as before, so that people would only criticize himself , instead of criticizing Fengling?

Chang Boning himself knew that his thoughts were too absurd, so he replied: "It's nothing."

Feng Rugu explained his thoughts clearly: "Senior brother, I haven't become a demon yet, why bother to hurt other people for me? These are all evildoers, they should be killed as soon as they are needed, there is no mercy."

Chang Boning bowed his head and admitted his mistake: "Well, I was thinking about it."

After this night, Chang Boning was convinced that Master's worry was correct.

Just like when Fang went down the mountain, he was always tricked by people. First he was forced to fall into the water by the swordsman Tang, then he was plotted against his life by Ding You, and now an unknown person saw through the evil energy in his body.

Even if there is such a protection, he can't rest assured.

What's more, for some reason, he was not happy to see that the two were still on good terms.

Chang Boning touched his sore and constricted heart. After hesitating for a while, he leaned over and whispered in his ear: "As before, let's go home. Brother, go find the person behind the scenes. You have done your best. Nobody can find fault with you."

Ruyi was holding a medicine bowl, and when he walked to the door of the room, what he saw was the two of them meeting their heads together and whispering.

Chang Boning was still holding Feng Ruyuan's hair, and the two looked so close that it was eye-catching.

His hand tightened, and the medicine spoon knocked against the edge, making a crisp sound.

This noise made Feng Ruzhi look towards the door.

Ruyi stepped into the room, put down the medicine bowl, and respectfully saluted Chang Boning: "Father, Yun Zhongjun's lung meridian is damaged, and the flow of qi is not smooth. You need to lie down and meditate."

Feng Ruyuan interjected: "I'm having a good time."

Ruyi gave Feng Ruyu a cold look.

Feng Ruyuan pulled Chang Boning to hide behind him with a playful smile: "Senior brother, the little monk stared at me."

Ruyi turned around to fetch the medicine bowl, and felt unhappy when he heard the words: "Why is there a word 'small'? I am twenty-three this year."

Feng Rugu: "I'm five years older than you."

Ru Yi folded his sleeves and frowned, and when he met Feng Ru Gu, he became unlike himself: "Five years old is not too much. Come and drink medicine."

He didn't want to be regarded as a junior by Feng Ruyu, so he made this distinction.

After forcibly separating the two, Ruyi took Chang Boning's place and sat down beside him.

It seemed that Feng Rugu still wanted to play tricks, but Ruyi forced him back with a spoon full of medicine.

Chang Boning was a little distressed, and reminded: "Slow down, it will be hot."

Ruyi replied: "Father, this is Wen Hao."

Feng Ruyuan grinned: "...bitter."

Ru frowned, as if he thought Feng Ruji was too delicate: "Good medicine tastes bitter and is good for the disease. What Yun Zhongjun drinks is medicine, not sugar water."

As he spoke, he lightly stuffed a piece of prepared candied fruit into Feng Rugu's mouth.

A spoonful of medicine and a mouthful of candied fruit are exactly the way Chang Boning mentioned, feeding Feng as usual and drinking medicine.

Ruyi thinks that he is spoiled and spoiled in his heart, but when he really feeds him, he doesn't feel bored at all.

Using a small spoon to scrape off the liquid medicine at the corner of his mouth, Ruyi asked: "Father, has the wounder been caught?"

Chang Boning shook his head.

Feng Rugu swallowed a mouthful of the medicine, and said, "Brother, you can rest assured that that person probably won't be able to escape."

Chang Boning looked at him: "Why?"

Feng Ruyi smiled without saying a word, but Chong Ruyi frivolously blinked his eyes.

Ruyi tried hard to disdain: not cultivating good virtues, and letting go.

But he already understood the situation Feng Ruyu had set up.

The swordsman of the Tang Dynasty must always pay attention to Feng Ruyu to ensure that the situation is under his control, so he will definitely follow Feng Rugu to move, come to Qingyang Mountain, and mix in it to observe the development of the situation.

He first borrowed Ding You's hand, trying to hurt Feng as before, and if the plan failed, he would do it himself.

Regardless of whether Ding You succeeded, or he did it himself, he had to take advantage of the chaos and leave Qingyang Mountain, so as not to investigate more carefully afterwards and have long nights and dreams.

That man was a thoughtful person, and since he was ready to do it himself, he was naturally ready to be hunted down.

Therefore, when drawing the "puppet" formation, he would not set the teleportation location too far away, so as not to be injured when escaping, and if his strength is not enough, the spiritual power is not enough to activate the "puppet" formation, that would be bad.

All in all, he won't go very far with a serious injury.

On the outskirts of Qingyang Mountain, Feng Rugu took advantage of this person's meticulous thinking and arranged another dark move.

Ru Yi lowered his eyes slightly, and shook his head disapprovingly at Feng Ru Gu: You have already regarded yourself as a pawn on the chessboard, haven't you?

Feng Ruyuan blinked his eyes: yes.

Ruyi: ...

Ruyi: Don't act like this next time.

Feng Rugu didn't listen to him, he opened his mouth to ask for candied fruit with a smile.

Ruyi put a piece of candied plum with pit into his mouth, and then naturally spread his palm, waiting for him to spit the warm pit into his palm.

Chang Boning couldn't understand the sparks of back and forth in the eyes of these two people, and felt that he was an outsider, at a loss, and empty in his heart, so he lowered his head, playing with the pockets of money around his waist, thinking Looking at the blood-stained Bai Fusang, he thought about the person who was exactly like him and what he had said.

Where would he go, he thought?

……

In another moso bamboo forest in Qinggang not far from Qingyang Mountain, the ground is red and mottled.

Han Jing returned to his original appearance, with a red veil covering his face, echoing his shoulders soaked in red again.

He let out a sigh of relief and took off his upper body clothes.

The pale golden morning sun set off his long body and slender waist like a natural jade.

There are many wounds on his body, including sword wounds, fire wounds, and knife scars, especially on his heart, where a string of scarlet handwriting is engraved hideously and randomly, each stroke, each swipe, is as deep as a cut. The skin was cut open, and it was directly engraved on the heart.

Danyang Peak.

Chang Boning.

Seal as before.

Jing Sanchai.

These scars are not like the old days, and the bloody words still feel dripping, as if they were nourished by the heart's blood every day, as clear as yesterday.

With a calm expression on his face, he tore off the stained cloth, took the medicinal pill, crushed it with his fingertips, and was about to sprinkle it on the wound when a cold front pointed at his neck from behind without warning.

Han Jing stopped applying the medicine, and then rustled his shirt.

He turned his back to the visitor, and chuckled after a while: "Commander Thirty. Farewell to Jianchuan, I didn't expect to see you again so soon."

Thirty-four was entrusted by Feng Rushang to quietly deploy a spiritual power detection network within a radius of [-] miles of Qinggang. If someone comes out of Qinggang and moves strangely, he must be detained.

He also didn't expect that when he waited and waited, he would wait for Shi Shujing, the protector of the Unworldly Sect.

He casually greeted: "Why are you here?"

Without waiting for Han Jing to speak, he pushed aside the shirt he had just closed with a sword, revealing his bloody injured shoulder.

He made a firm judgment: "...this injury was caused by Tasha's swordsmanship."

Thirty-four is a person who loves swords, knows the world's famous swords, and has seen the world's swordsmanship. Although he has never seen the true power of Tasha's swordsmanship, he has also seen Tasha's swordsmanship when he visited Fengling in the past. The prototype of Sha's swordsmanship.

Thirty-four stared at Han Jing, and said coldly, "Why did you get hurt by Tasha? Do you have an explanation?"