Fengling, in the "still water flows deep".

In the afternoon, the sound of bells and chimes penetrated the blue sky, and shocked thousands of forest crows.

Sang Luojiu pushed open the window and a flying crow flew past the window, and a crow feather floated and fell into the inkstone.

He coughed twice, picked up the crow feathers, put them aside, pressed one hand against his lips, and held the book tightly with the other, listening to the endless sound of the ancient bell.

In an instant, Luo Fuchun pushed open the door with big hands and brought a bowl of warm water, and contained a half-melted ochre pill.

He had changed his Taoist clothes and was wearing a stone-blue Taoist robe, which made him look handsome and steady.

However, as soon as he saw Sang Luojiu open the window, he immediately became anxious. Lang Yueqingfeng's temperament swept away and rushed forward: "Why did you get off the ground?"

Sang Luojiu smiled and said, "Senior Brother, I have been recuperating for nearly a month. How can I be so delicate?"

Luo Fuchun didn't dare to say that in his eyes, the younger brother was just a glass person who was about to break. He had to be carefully maintained and carefully maintained, so he would not be considered unfair.

He put down the decoction and leaned over to close the window: "Why did you open the window? Are you not afraid of being exposed to the wind?"

Sang Luojiu did not answer, counting the bells in detail, and recording the number of times the bells ringed on the spine of the book with his fingertips.

...There have been three sounds.

Sang Luojiu replied, "The bell is ringing. Brother, have you heard that something is wrong?"

"Maybe there is a gathering in the afternoon, right? It's just a check on the number of people, or an important report." Luo Fuchun didn't care much, or tried hard to pretend not to care, "You are injured, don't worry. I... don't care."

Sang Luojiu was helpless and pulled his sleeve: "Senior brother, don't be angry."

While talking to Luo Fuchun, he still listened to the echoing bell outside the window, and his fingertips struck two more on the spine.

Luo Fuchun looked reluctant to talk, picked up Sang Luojiu with one hand, picked him up and put him down: "Don't talk about this. Take medicine."

Sang Luo sat down for a long time and looked at him with a angrily voice: "Senior Brother. My injury has nothing to do with Master."

Luo Fuchun pulled a chair and turned the back of the chair towards him. He sat down opposite him, stepped on the upper of his right shoe with his left foot, and muttered in disappointment: "I know it has nothing to do with him... But, but how can this happen? He only cares about killing the enemy and throws you to others for care. He has no idea about us..."

Sang Luojiu coaxed him softly: "Master has his own considerations, and we cannot force him. But that's the case?"

Luo Fuchun was stubborn and refused to say anything.

"When the master comes back, my senior brother should apologize to him." Sang Luojiu said softly, "The senior brother has misunderstood his master not once or twice in the past. He always argues like this and says something stunning at any time. It is really hurting the feelings."

"I didn't misunderstand him this time!" Luo Fuchun felt aggrieved, "He obviously had the strength but refused to save you! I don't have such a master!"

"division……"

Sang Luojiu seemed to want to persuade him, but perhaps because of his indifference, he suddenly coughed up and held his chest, causing great pain.

Luo Fuchun jumped up, hugged Sang Luojiu's waist and put him flat, rubbed his chest, as if he was nervous: "Don't be anxious, I'll listen to you, I... will talk to him well."

Sang Luojiu curled up and said anxiously: "No, I mean... cough..."

Sang Luojiu couldn't stand it anymore, so he put his head in his arms, his hair hanging down a few strands of messy and weakly. His bloodless earlobes and slightly wet black hair were trembling as he coughed heartbreakingly.

Luo Fuchun squatted in front of the bed like a big dog, his face turned pale with fright, and said one after another: "Okay, I understand. I apologize, I apologize."

Get the answer you want, Sang Luo naturally recovered from coughing. He snuggled in Luo Fuchun's arms and breathed slightly, his ears played a role of one-pointed and two-pointed sound. Listening to the bell outside the window, his fingertips still knocked and counted.

Until the bell stopped, his fingertips also stopped on the slightly cool spine.

The bell rings nine times...

Sang Luojiu's expression moved slightly.

The bell sounds, which means that the great event is coming, and Fengling closes the mountain.

...What happened?

...

Feng Ruju walked halfway through and was already unconscious.

He took Feng Rugu back to Yuchal Lake, removed his clothes all over his body, and saw that the seven red lotus flowers on his body were blooming, Chang Boning had no time to be shocked and blamed. He immediately injected a stream of clear energy into his meridians to help him spread his heart, bathe in the snow, and rejuvenate his primordial qi.

Even though he was prepared, after Feng Rugu's body had run a small spiritual power, Chang Boning couldn't speak his hands and tears filled his eyes.

It's been ten years.

Feng Rugu's meridians were corroded by the demonic energy and were destroyed.

The body of gold and jade is full of shattered fur.

When Chang Boning was trembling and unable to speak, the seal on his knees moved as before.

"Senior Brother..." he asked softly, "Are you crying again?"

Chang Boning reached out to cover Feng Rugu's eyes and said with a smile: "No, Rugu's mistaken view."

As he lowered his head, a tear hit the back of his hand, splashing thin water, falling on the edge of Feng Ruguru's eyes, making him blink.

Feng Rugu's long eyelashes were like some kind of animal, sweeping it in Chang Boning's palm: "...it's the stalactite on the top of the chalcedony pool that fell into the water."

Chang Boning responded with great difficulty with a smile: "...yes."

The Seven Flower Seal failed, and the internal balance that Feng Rugu had worked hard to maintain was completely broken, and he had to embark on the path of transforming demons.

And the path to transforming into demons is a life-threatening death.

The pure energy of Yuchal Pond can help calm the evil energy in its body. I heard that in the past, there was a man who had become a demon in Fengling Mountain. He used the spiritual energy of Yuchal Pond for thousands of years to successfully reverse his bloodline and transform himself into a demon.

But one thing is, the person himself has pure demon bloodline.

Second, when the person turns into a demon, his body will be healthy and his meridians will be unobstructed.

Both of these things have nothing to do with Feng Ruyuan.

To be honest, with his current life as a result of his life, even if he is almost dead and has successfully transformed, he may not have lived for a long time.

The only thing that is thankful is that the main material of the Seven Flowers Seal, Qingxin Stone, is both highly poisonous and a devilish object. It has been flowing in his blood for many years, and its remaining power remains. With this thread alone, he can be held back for temporary avoiding his devilization and gain some time.

For the current plan, if you want to never die, you can only use the way to collect souls and replenish souls.

Soul-picking is used to replenish the damage of the soul. Those who are being picked will fall into madness at the very least, and die at the worst.

In short, if you want to save Feng Rugu's life, you need to exchange your life for your life, replenish your soul and continue your meridians, and then you can do the dangerous and dangerous devil-turning thing again.

Chang Boning hesitated.

When it comes to soul-picking, he will not sacrifice others.

To be more precise, Chang Boning is a natural kind nature, and there is no concept of "sacrificing others" between his thoughts and thoughts.

Therefore, even if you have to change your life, you can only use his life.

...But Chang Boning was afraid.

He is not afraid of death, but he is afraid of not dying.

Once he succeeds in picking his soul, he will never die by chance, but becomes mad. After that, if he succeeds in turning into a demon, he will become a burden to him, dragging him down for a lifetime and letting him bear the burden for a lifetime.

If he fails to transform into a demon, his body will die and he will fall into chaos, he will not know that he is dead, he will be confused and does not know where to go to find him, and he will leave alone, and he will be lonely.

When Chang Boning thought of that scene, he felt that he was not as good as death, so he turned to think about a new way.

As a result, they are not completely possessed now, and they still have time.

In the past ten years, in order to find a way to treat the same, he has read exactly half of Fengling's 30,000 volumes.

This time, he brought him back to Fengling as usual, and wanted to take another try and look for it. In addition to the extreme method of collecting souls, there are other methods.

If not, he would take him away, go to find Master Lu, Uncle Zhou, and Master Hua, or go to find Sanhuahua.

In short, it is necessary to find a place that can be entrusted with the same situation so that he can use the technique of soul-picking.

In addition, when he returned to the mountain this time, he also needed to hand over the Fengling affairs to Junior Sister Yan.

He was too concerned about it and was no longer qualified to be the Lord of Fengling.

After sorting out all the miscellaneous things, Chang Boning calmed down, stroked Feng Rugu's chest and asked him, "Is it still uncomfortable?"

Feng Rugu gently pressed his head into his arms: "It's not uncomfortable either. Just smoke a little cigarette."

Chang Boning stroked his hair, took his gun with one hand, and skillfully filled the remaining tobacco in the tobacco in the tobacco, raised the gun flat, ignited the tobacco, and sent the mouthpiece to Feng Ruguu properly: "Okay. Senior brother has something to do, so you have to rest here first, don't go anywhere, and wait for Senior brother here."

Feng Rugu responded "Yes", then changed to a rock pillow, took a cigarette gun on his own, and blew out a breath of smoke.

The scent of bamboo leaves blended with the evaporated cold air in the cold pond, and soon a layer of dew formed on Feng Ruyuan's eyelashes.

...

Luo Fuchun also heard the meaning of the nine bells, and was urged by Sang Luojiu to inquire about the news from the disciples guarding the gate.

The news came, saying that Duanrong Jun brought Yunzhongjun back to the mountain, and when he returned, Yunzhongjun was very weak.

The bell of the mountain seal was called by Duanrong Jun.

He also ordered the opening of the Fengling outer defense formation, and all the disciples were not allowed to enter and exit.

Hearing that "Yun Zhongjun is weak", Luo Fuchun was confused for a moment and returned to "the quiet water flows deep". He was afraid that his junior brother would be worried, so he vaguely told Sang Luojiuluojiu that he had not found out what had happened. He waited restlessly in the "the quiet water flows deep" for a long time, and before the master came back, he used the excuse to go to get medicine for Sang Luojiujiu, left the hall gate, and headed straight to Qingzhu Palace.

Shortly after Duanrong Jun came back, he returned to Qingzhu Palace alone and stayed in the door and felt more worried. He was wandering around the mountains and accidentally listened to the discussions of his disciples by the mountain gate in the south.

"I heard that when Yun Zhongjun came back, he was already breathless?..."
To be continued...