Feng Rugu followed the sword to a palace room that was burned unrecognizable by fire.

The grass and trees were scattered into ashes, and the black marks were dragged down. You can vaguely imagine the heroic scene of the fire umbrella filling the sky and red in the mountains at that time.

The wood that was hugged in front of the hall gate was half pitch black and half green. When I entered the hall room, the first thing I saw was the collapsed screen wall in the courtyard, and a plaque that was burned torn apart. The original plaque had three characters melted down, and the only word "小" at the beginning was lonely and alone in the world.

After entering the main hall, if you stand among the broken walls and ruins, you will not go further.

Feng Rugu looked around calmly, feeling that this place looked very familiar.

Fortunately, his thinking was not a complete achievement.

He slapped his high-high: Although this place is larger and spacious, isn’t the decoration the same as the Buddhist house he has slept in these few days?

He looked at Ruyi and wanted to pull his sleeves and let him see that the people who lived here once were in the same taste as his.

However, when he turned his face, he saw Ruyi's face full of incredible expression, as if an irresistible pain had grabbed his heart.

He shook his body, and could only barely support himself.

Feng Rugu looked at him with a look of fear, so he shut up obediently and shrank his head back.

The gentle young man who was called "Sang Luojiu" was surprised to see his expression strange: "...Ruyi layman?"

If you raise your hand, you will raise your hand: "...it's okay."

Feng Rugu thought, his lips were white, so why would he be worthy of face?

This hall room has been cleaned up by someone, and some completely burnt objects have been cleaned up, making it look a little empty.

Sang Luojiu walked around to a small cupboard with half a shelf left, pulled open the drawer handle made of gems, and took out a canvas: "Master burned most of the 'still water flowing deep', but some small items were left. This was what I found when I counted the things."

In the portrait, there is a young man holding a girl with red makeup and double braids, smiling brilliantly.

The author's painting skills are quite good, and the girl can still see some consistent eyebrows, eyes and horns, as cold as he is. She grabbed the boy's lapel with one hand and tried to avoid it with resistance. When she landed on the canvas, she became an attachment to take the initiative to lean into the boy's arms.

Feng Rugu was immediately amazed, and his eyes looked at Ruyi were full of respect.

...Brother, I never thought you had this kind of preference.

As for the boy next to the girl, Feng Rugu only felt familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

Sang Luojiu said, "I see this painting looks like Ruyi's layman, right?"

Feng Ruju thought that Ruyi, a person who was so eager to save face, would deny that the pervert who dressed as a woman was himself, or was lying nonsense, that he was an unknown sister.

Unexpectedly, he took the painting with great care, covered it with a layer of gentle spiritual power, and hid it in his arms: "...thank you."

Putting the painting away, Ruyi asked Sang Luojiu again: "When will you and Luo Fuchun go home?"

"I won't go back." Sang Luojiu said, "I will pack up the 'Silent Water Flow' and restore it to the same level as before. After that, my senior brother and I will build a hut for my master here for three years."

Ruyi frowned slightly: "Now in the Taoist sect, I don't think you and Luo Fuchun knew that he was possessed by the devil. You should understand the intention of giving you such a name: it is not what he wants to drag you down."

Sang Luojiu was very calm, lowered his sleeves and lowered his head, and replied slowly, "But this is what I and my senior brother want. Ruyi layman, please."

Sang Luojiu doesn't look very sad.

In other words, he was born to not learn intense emotions, and even when his mother died, he only gave himself a moment of time to indulge in emotions.

What's more, it has been ten days since Feng Ruru died.

He planned his future silently and orderly, including how to restore the original appearance of "deep still water flow" as soon as possible, where to build a thatched cottage, etc.

...This is also the first time Sang Luojiu has done something that has no reward.

He knew that this was not in line with his own style of conduct.

But he had nothing to care about.

Ruyi left the "still water flowed deep", Sang Luo was leading the way for a long time, and Feng Ruyuan looked around as usual, wanting to see the excitement.

Suddenly, something east and west attacked Feng Ruyuan.

Ruyi reacted faster and instantly dodged. He looked down and found that the "hidden weapon" was actually a pine tower, spinning around on the ground.

As one: "…"

He turned around and saw Yan Jiangnan in plain clothes and a squirrel lying on her shoulder.

Before Yan Jiangnan could say hello to Ruru, the squirrel she raised squeaked at Feng Rugu again, and threw a pine tower in the direction of Feng Ruguru again, scaring Feng Ruguru to the point of being so scared that he slid back into the sword.

...He decided to hate squirrels starting today.

Yan Jiangnan gently soothes the little squirrel's mouth with his fingertips, soothes his inexplicable restlessness, and nods apologetically to Ruyi: "It was given to me by my junior brother, and his personality is more naughty... I'm sorry, offended."

Feng Rugu was frightened and thought angrily, then your junior brother is so bad.

But to be honest, this girl has a very beautiful life.

Such a beautiful girl will take the initiative to make peace. She should cherish her luck and talk to her more.

However, what was disappointed that Ruyi didn't say much, so she hid in the sword and erected her ears to eavesdrop on her face before she could hear anything interesting, the two said goodbye and went their separate ways.

Feng Rugu was worried about being attacked by squirrels again, so he simply ganged in the arms of the "Manzhu" in a regular manner, and thought angrily, don't you talk a lot when you chat with me?

Why does it turn into a saw-mouthed gourd when you meet someone else?

When Feng Rugu felt that this boy was not doing well, Ruyi outside suddenly stopped.

He paused, and called the person opposite him to the Taoist name: "...Duanrongjun."

"Are you here?" The man's voice was tired, but he still did not hide his gentleness. He liked it after hearing it. "There are many things in the mountains, and I can't make any time to entertain you, sorry."

When Feng Rugu heard this person's voice, he was excited to see the person's appearance.

With such a good and gentle fairy voice, your face will definitely not be much worse.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he emerged, Ruyi pushed him back again.

Feng Rugu is dissatisfied: Show me the beauty!

Ruyi ignored him and sealed the sword.

Feng Rugu was so angry that he walked around the world of Qiankun in the sword for a few times, sat down on the spot, thinking, "Wait, I'll forget your name in a while, and I'll piss you off to death."

However, for a while, he forgot why he was angry.

But he still remembers the people outside called Ruyi.

He thought that although he had no chance to see a gentle beauty, he would definitely not be inferior to anyone if he smiled like that.

Ruyi walked side by side with the beauty called "Duanrongjun", and did not forget to send a message into the sword: "Entertainment Father, are you angry?"

Feng Rugu was stunned and did not answer, and he was drowning in his gray thoughts again.

Seeing that he could not get the echo, Ruyi did not dare to make any effort, for fear of scaring him again.

Chang Boning, who was walking in the misty rain, suddenly stopped and whispered: "...It's raining?"

As soon as I came from now on, I saw him wearing thin rain and dressed in clothes, thinking that he didn't mind the fine autumn rain.

Chang Boning looked at the sky and smiled: "I have been thinking about things but haven't noticed the rain."

Ruyi kept silent and did not remind him that the rain started falling early in the morning.

Chang Boning took out an umbrella from the storage ring and gave it to Ruyi one by one.

If you shake your head and refuse.

"I have known about the same thing for a long time, but I have been hiding it for him." Chang Boning said softly, "Sorry."

As if silent.

His mind has always been vivid, and he is too persistent in his adoptive father's affairs, so he is confined to the "appearance" and it is difficult to break the truth.

After Feng Ruju broke his meridians, the past details and clues were fully explained.

...It's just too late.

He pressed the sword with his palm and wanted to show Chang Boning the secret. He was about to speak, but he heard an unusual foot sound in his ear.

He stopped the sound in time and looked at the person coming, and his expression also became darker.

"Duanrongjun." Xuanjijun Liu Yu had already put on a thick autumn outfit with brocade, followed by a mysterious suit with a solemn expression from Liu Yuanqiong, "Today is Yun Zhongjun's sacrifice. Changyoumen came to pay homage to burn incense. Have you disturbed me?"

Chang Boning looked at him and then retreated: "...Don't bother."

Xuan Jijun paid attention to Chang Boning's expression: "Duanrong, I am sad."

Chang Boning's mouth stretched out, but he still couldn't laugh: "Yes."

Liu Yu's intentional spy was completely seen by Ruyi.

Ruyi let go of the hand holding the "image of sentient beings" and lowered her eyebrows and pondered.

Nowadays, countless pairs of eyes are staring at Chang Boning.

Because Feng Rugu died too quickly, it was not in line with their wishes.

Especially the swordsman of Tang, would he spy on Fengling in secret?

If he told Chang Boning about this, with Chang Boning's nature, would he have the ability to hide it from the eyes and ears of the Taoist sect and ensure that the news of his adoptive father's death will never be leaked?

...The soul of the adoptive father is incomplete. If he cannot rest and fall into lifelong obsession, it will be a trivial matter. He is afraid that someone will make a mistake and must die.
To be continued...