Everyone owes me a favor

The wind is thin and dewy, and above the bamboo forest, the wind is long.

Han Jing stood among the bamboo forests, with a life-threatening silver light hanging from his neck.

He knew Thirty-four's ability, he couldn't escape, so he didn't plan to escape.

He turned his eyes away, and saw that Xingshi named Xu Pingsheng, who often followed Thirty-four, was squatting not far away, using a branch to draw out the ants drowning in the morning dew, playing very intently.

His shoulders were wet with morning dew.

Obviously, Thirty-four has been waiting here for a long time.

He caught himself, not by accident.

It turned out that when he met Thirty Four in Jianchuan, Feng Rugu set up a trap together with him?

Han Jing clenched his fists.

His hands were dry and soft, his expression was cold and calm, and even his heartbeat was neither fast nor slow.

In such a situation where he has caught the current situation, Thirty-four will not allow him to argue.

And Thirty-four and Feng Ruyu are familiar with each other, if he lies too much, even if he escapes a catastrophe at this time, after Thirty-four and Feng Ruyu meet, he will still be doomed.

...in a word.

Can he dispel Thirty-four's killing intent towards him with one sentence?

Han Jinglue let out a breath and said, "The reason why I was injured... was to kill someone, but also to save someone."

"Kill who?"

Han Jing replied, "It's the same as before."

Thirty-four's expression changed, and the scalp-numbing cold sword edge was half an inch closer to his neck.

With thirty-four cultivation bases, only one pick is needed, and the person in front of him can only end up decapitated.

He asked, "Who are you saving?"

Han Jing replied, "It's the same as before."

Thirty-four was confused by his words: "Why kill him?"

Han Jing: "To save him."

Thirty-four's brain is not enough: "...speaking in human terms."

Han Jing turned half of his face to the side: "Does the general know that the title of emperor in Yunzhong is the same as before, and he is different from ordinary Taoists with his devilish energy?"

Hearing this, Thirty-four's expression froze slightly, and he let out a huff, as if he didn't believe it: "How did you know? Why did you say that?"

After several questions and answers, Han Jing bought some breathing room for himself.

And this little space is enough for him to come back.

"Shi Mou went to Qingyang Mountain because he heard that there was a trace of Ding You, the scourge of the Blood Sect." Seeing the tricks, Han Jing mixed truth and lies, and said, "A while ago, Mr. I found it strange to lead the sudden cloud sea order to recall all the people in the door and check the 'consonance'. Later, when Shi Mou asked the doorman to ask, I found out the whole story."

"So, you came to Qingyang Mountain?"

Han Jing: "I am not a guardian of the sect. If something happens to a sect, it should be investigated."

Thirty-four motioned for him to continue talking.

"I managed to sneak into the mountains. Seeing the changes in Kui Ye, Ding You led his men to kill Qingyang Mountain, and then divided into two groups. On one side, he specially entangled Duan Rongjun and others, and on the other side, Ding You went to meet Yun Zhongjun alone. I followed Ding You , but I heard Ding You talking about it as usual..."

He briefly recounted the conversation between Ding You and Feng Ruyu, paused for a moment just right, and left enough time for Sasi to be shocked. He rubbed his shoulders to relieve the pain silently, and then he breathed out and said softly: "I know, Yun Zhong You were seriously injured in the 'Leaving World', but what kind of injury did you suffer to reach the point where you have no spiritual power?"

"Of course, this may also be Ding You's misjudgment, but I thought about it for a while, and when I had an idea, I decided to give it a try." Han Jing said lightly, "After Ding You was captured, I found a gap and tried to escape I pointed at his heart, and tried it. At that moment, the spiritual power in his body surged, mixed with a trace of demonic breath, which was exactly what I thought."

Thirty-four color change: "You—"

"So, this time I killed him, I was trying to save him." Han Jing lowered his voice, "...If it is true that he had demonic energy in his body during the disaster of the 'Lost World' ten years ago, And it cannot be eliminated, blindly suppressing the evil energy will only cause his body to be eaten away and gradually collapse. He is practicing pure and righteous fairy art, which is completely incompatible with the evil energy. Now, all the seven meridians in his body are greatly damaged. The emptiness, damage to the core, and pain day and night are all trivial things. I am afraid that in the future, the devil energy will completely corrode his skin and make him lose his mind. He will go crazy, lose his memory, and become a fool with a closed mind. It's a thousand times more painful."

Feng Ruyuan, who is flamboyant and intelligent, should become like this?

Han Jing raised her hand to her heart, and through the loose clothes, gently traced the scar of "Feng Rugu"'s name with her little finger, thinking in her heart, her mouth was full of lies.

Unknowingly, Han Jing had taken the initiative in the conversation: "I know that Commander Thirty and Jun Yunzhong have a close relationship, but has he intended to tell you about this over the years?"

Thirty-four endured it for a long time, his face was extremely ugly, he managed to squeeze out two words between his teeth, and said, "Never."

"That's it." Han Jing said, "The consequences of the devil's energy entering the body are unimaginable. I have traveled the world for many years and know how proud he is. I think he may have made up his own mind and took this matter on his shoulders. Don't tell others that it will hurt him after a long time. It's better to hurt him first and show some clues. Presumably Fengling Duanrong Jun and others will try to save him. I can also confirm his condition. Come back."

"……and after?"

Han Jing raised her eyebrows: "Later, I was chased and killed by Mr. Duan Rong, and it became like this."

Thirty-four swords turned, and the cold glow entered the sheath, and commented: "It deserves it."

Han Jing was silent.

... He knew that the original dead end had been revived by himself in this way.

But there was no joy in his heart for the rest of his life.

...every time.

Every time he successfully deceives Thirty-four, he can clearly realize that this person is not the long-term master of the unworldly sect.

Because of his pure heart and excessive benevolence, Thirty-four can only be a sword, but not a person who can hold a sword.

Thirty-four confirmed to him again: "Are you telling the truth?"

Han Jing said: "If Chief Thirty doesn't believe it, you can check Shi's 'consonance', or ask Mr. Yunzhong to see if this is the case?"

He is not afraid of being asked, because in addition to whitewashing part of his purpose, he has indeed done so.

"I'll ask." Thirty-four waved his hands a little upset, "At that time, it depends on how he deals with you."

Han Jing bowed down and said, "Yes."

Seeing that his shoulder was seriously injured, Thirty-four grasped the sword and stepped forward, pushed aside his blood-soaked clothes, and observed his wound: "Boy, you are lucky, you can still survive the Tasha sword technique."

Han Jing thought, thankfully Chang Boning used Tasha, whom he knew well.

If he uses "Return to the Market", with his raging killing intent, he will definitely die.

After checking, Thirty-four said: "The bones are not broken, the flowers are all pierced through the flesh."

Han Jing: "He is the one who shows mercy."

Thirty-four rolled his eyes at him, groped for a while, but couldn't figure out why, so he turned around and turned to Xu Pingsheng, who was enjoying himself, and put his knee on his back: "Don't play!" Yes, as for the medicine, I remember to put it on you."

Xu Pingsheng took out the medicine bottle from his arms, looked at Thirty Four, and said concisely, "...I'm hungry."

Thirty-four clicked his tongue, bit open the pill bottle for hemostasis and healing, swallowed a pill himself, and threw the rest to Han Jing, then squatted down, pulled out the sword that had just been sheathed three inches, and skillfully cut his wrist, warming his blood. It gushes out, and Xu Pingsheng licks it away.

To raise blood slaves, they must be fed with the master's blood.

Xu Pingsheng held his arm like a puppy, circling his wound wholeheartedly with the tip of his warm tongue. Thirty-four was tickled by his licking, grabbed his hair and pressed him down, telling him to drink well. Blood, don't move around.

He said to Han Jing: "If what you said is true, don't mention what you see today."

Of course.

Now, it's not time to let the world know about it.

Han Jing: "I won't mention it."

Thirty-four: "Don't do anything to Feng Ruyu in the future. He..."

However, Thirty-Four stopped talking halfway through.

He showed a burnt expression, bent over suddenly, and took out a piece of red blood jade that was emitting a faint radiance from his chest.

Thirty-four was surprised: "Why..."

Han Jing saw that his expression was different: "What's the matter?"

Thirty-four held the red blood jade in his hand, raised his brows and said, "...the sect master's order."

This was the first time Han Jing saw the sect master and sent an order to Thirty-four: "What did the sect master say?"

Thirty-four held the jade in the palm of his hand, frowned and listened carefully, but his expression became more and more dignified.

Later, his eyebrows became tangled.

Han Jing stopped urging, and quietly waited for General Thirty-four to listen to the order of the sect master.

After a long time, Sansi opened his eyes, with some hesitation in his expression.

Han Jing: "Is it a secret order?"

Thirty-four said vaguely: "This is not true."

Han Jing said, "I'm a Dharma protector, so why can't you tell me?"

Soon, he knew the reason for Thirty-four's strange expression.

Thirty-four said: "The head of the sect sent an order... saying that some unusual changes have taken place in Yunzhong Junfeng's body, and told me to keep quiet and follow behind him. Don't show up easily. If there is any arrangement, I will listen to the order."

He turned to Han Jing: "What is the change, do you know? Could it be related to you?"

Han Jing was stunned and speechless.

Seeing his silence, Thirty-four felt that he might have felt guilty because of his reckless behavior, and felt quite helpless.

After getting along with him these years, although Thirty-four feels that Uncle Shi is quiet and reticent, he does his own way, but every action is justified, and he doesn't seem like someone who would commit evil things, so he softened his heart first and gave it a pat His uninjured shoulder: "Okay, you go back to the main altar first, heal your injuries, and then receive twenty staffs. ... Private fighting has always been forbidden in the Bushi sect. If you cross the line, you should be punished." .”

Han Jing had no expression on his face: "If the guardian makes a mistake, the penalty will be doubled. It should be forty."

"Stupid." Thirty-four patted him on the forehead, "I said twenty is twenty. Go back."

Han Jing bowed and walked down the mountain.

When passing by Xu Pingsheng's side, the waking corpse was staring at him, frowning slightly, with an indescribable suspicion in his eyes.

Han Jing also saluted him and left with injuries.

After he left, Xu Pingsheng, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "No."

"What's wrong?" Thirty-four sat down on a rock on one side, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, pressed his face on the back of his hands, tilted his head and narrowed his eyes, "I've given you the blood today, I'll eat the bark by myself when I'm hungry." Go. I'm upset."

Xu Pingsheng stood up, walked around him twice, and tugged at his sleeve again: "That's not right."

He pointed to the back of Han Jing leaving: "That person is wrong."

Thirty-four sat up a little straighter: "What's wrong?"

Xu Pingsheng stammered, but was extremely stubborn: "There is something wrong with him. You can't trust him."

"What's wrong?"

Xu Pingsheng said firmly: "Straight, intuition."

Thirty-four immediately burst into laughter: "The dead still have intuition?"

Xu Pingsheng became furious and went to grab Thirty-four's hair: "You, listen to me, as before, you are Xingzhi's child, my brother's child..."

Thirty-four had long been accustomed to his fragmented language, while grabbing his troublesome hand, he helped him translate and complete what he couldn't say: "You mean, because you still have a little relationship with you, you can be regarded as his half teacher. Bo, so you have a premonition of his danger?"

Xu Pingsheng nodded.

That's a good thing he said.

Last night, when Qingyang Mountain was in chaos, Xu Pingsheng was inexplicably anxious, and he didn't even drink yesterday's blood.

But Thirty-four didn't take it to heart: "If you care about it, you will cause chaos. Have you heard that?"

Seeing that Thirty-four didn't believe in him, Xu Pingsheng was about to be pissed off again, and said angrily, "No!"

"I've known him for a few years, and I think I know him a little bit." Thirty-four pinched the back of his neck and comforted him, "He's a bit cold-tempered, but he's always been strict with himself, not wantonly hurting others." man of."

At this time, the subject of one master's and one slave's talk was walking quickly through the mountains.

After a while, he stopped abruptly and lowered his head in thought.

……too weird.

It's indescribably strange.

Whether it was Lin Xuejing or Thirty-four's attitude, Han Jing felt an indescribable sense of disobedience.

To be honest, such sudden changes completely exceeded Han Jing's expectations.

How did Lin Xuejing know that Feng Rugu's condition had changed?

Feng Rugu made a temporary decision to come to Qingyang Mountain, and he only infiltrated into the mountain just before closing the mountain. Bo Ning also counted all the disciples in the mountain. It stands to reason that Lin Xuejing had no chance and no reason to be in a small Qingyang mountain. Spies were placed inside Yangshan.

Whatever Han Jing thought, he could only think of one conclusion.

...Feng Ruyu is surrounded by Lin Xuejing's mole?

……

In Qingyang Mountain, Feng Rugu was carried to the courtyard by Ruyi to bask in the sun.

It's not that Feng Ruyu is so weak, it's mainly because of his laziness.

Ruyi still complains about this, but it's not the same as before, despising Feng Ruyi as delicate and hypocritical.

He said: "You should get down to the ground and walk more, otherwise your muscles and bones will be astringent, and the injury will be more difficult to heal."

Feng Ruyuan leaned on the soft couch, provocatively spit a puff of bamboo smoke into his face, and smiled with crooked eyes: "I won't go down."

For example, he felt that after he was injured, his actions became more and more ridiculous, and he seemed to live in this world only to be happy: "...it's up to you."

Feng Rugu narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "The real murderer."

Ruyi: "..." I don't know.

Feng Rugu felt aggrieved and said, "Give me a smile that will tire you?"

Ruyi who was born with a cold face: "..."

When he once again felt that Feng Ruyu was extremely difficult to serve, Hai Jing showed his green skin from the moon gate: "Little Martial Uncle, I have finished washing your and Yun Zhongjun's clothes."

Feng Rugu praised: "Haijing is so good."

Haijing patted her head in embarrassment: "Then... Yun Zhongjun, can you wake Brother Luo up?"

Outside the Moon Gate, Luo Fuchun was kneeling on the ground with a huge laundry tub on his head, his head and body were covered with water, his feet were so numb that he grinned.

Because he spoke rudely to Feng Ruyu, Feng Ruyu punished him by ordering Haijing to wash clothes in the laundry tub above his head.

Sang Luojiu squatted in front of him, wiped his face with a handkerchief, her eyes were full of concern, and it took a lot of effort to hold back the happy smile on the corner of her mouth.

Feng Rugu's voice came from a distance from the door: "Tell him to kneel down and wait until he realizes that he respects the teacher before getting up again."

With a bitter face, Luo Fuchun poked half of his head into the door with the basin on his head: "Master, I know I was wrong..."

Feng Ruyuan picked up an apricot and smashed it.

Luo Fuchun flashed decisively, and was splashed with water again.

Sang Luojiu raised his hand to catch it, wiped it with his cuff, then handed it to Luo Fuchun, who was frowning, and told him to take a bite to moisten his throat.

Ruyi ignored the farce between their master and apprentice.

He was flipping through a book in his hand about the art of blood voodoo, trying to find out the way to get rid of the voodoo.

Ruyi had another attack the night before, and he was still full of thoughts about Feng Rugu, like a fire burning his body, and the condition of his attack was even more strange, with many reactions in his body, which made him feel ashamed, sad and indignant that he wanted to draw a sword to kill himself.

He locked himself in the room, tapped the acupoints, and read the scriptures all night until dawn. He couldn't bear it anymore. It took him an hour to guide out the unbearable filth with his hands, and then he got better.

Afterwards, with a cold face blushing, he washed and washed the obscene pants, and after washing them, he was ashamed to let such things that had been contaminated with unclean things go up on his body, and he simply threw them away quietly.

The matter of detoxification is imminent and cannot be delayed any longer.

Feng Ruzhi seemed to be a little interested in these heretical books, he took the book and read it with Ruyi, and Ruyi was able to free up his hand to peel an apple for Feng Ruzhi to eat, while he took the peeled apple as he did with his adoptive father when he was young. Keep the bunch of peels for yourself.

At this time, there was a faint ringing at the door.

Feng Rugu twitched his ears, covered the book and looked at the door, then lifted the book up again to cover his face, and said with a slight smile, "You're coming?"

The people outside the Moon Gate lowered their fingers to their lips, signaling Luo Fuchun and Sang Luojiu to be quiet.

Chang Boning stood behind that person, smiled and pushed her gently: "Go in, just say you can't hide from his ears."

The next moment, a medicine scale tied with a small silver seedling bell made a more crisp jingle, and the person holding the medicine scale stepped into the courtyard step by step, smiling brightly like a rose: "Little brother——"

Before turning around, Ruyi's body froze completely upon hearing this address.

...Little...Brother?