Xuan Jijun noticed that Chang Boning looked sad, and was forced to suppress great sorrow and pain. He felt happy, but sighed loudly: "Hey, Yun Zhongjun is in full swing, so he can explain the reason for his devil to everyone in detail. There is no need to be like this..."

"...Xuan Jijun." Chang Boning clenched his palms and several flying flowers fell from his fingers.

He forced himself to suppress the murderous intent and interrupted him: "Please go to Qingzhu Palace."

Liu Yu: "That's true..."

Before he finished speaking, the back of his head was hit by a pine tower that flew from somewhere.

The texture of the pine tower itself is not soft, not to mention that it is fierce. Liu Yu was smashed and his eyes turned black and staggered for two steps. Some blood flowed from the back of his head, which flowed into the collar.

Liu Yuanqiong still finds it difficult to accept Feng Rugu's death. He was dazed and saw his father staggering suddenly, and was surprised and immediately reached out to help him: "...father?"

Chang Boning was surprised: "Mr. Xuanji, what's wrong?"

He turned his head and noticed the ghost energy flowing out of Ru Yi's sword. He also noticed the rolling pine tower on the ground. Chang Boning pursed his lips and lied: "There are many squirrels in Fengling Mountain, and occasionally they are naughty, and they often tease people like this... Is Xuanji Jun okay?"

——I intuitively felt the same level of Chang Boning’s lying, and completely gave up the idea of ​​telling Chang Boning about this matter.

Xuan Jijun did not show his face, said nothing was wrong, and sneered in his heart.

The squirrel's hand strength is very strong enough to throw the pine tower.

...It seems that Monk Ruyi really protects Fengling.

Seeing that he was holding Feng Rugu's body that day, he must have done many dirty things with the Feng surnamed Feng and dirty Buddhist sects. It would be better not to mention it.

On the other side, Feng Rugu, who was lying in the sword, put away the trick of his palm and thought dissatisfiedly, why did someone else be mourning outside when his grandmother woke up?

He felt upset when he heard the man's voice, so he simply gave him a reward.

But...what was I doing just now?

It seems that I just pinched a trick...

Feng Rugu had an invisible funnel in his mind. He forgot the magic tricks he had just recited. He looked at his palm and studied them over and over for a while. As a result, he ran away and began to study how many dustpans there were on his fingers.

He noticed that the sound of rain hitting the umbrella was lowered, so Chang Boning put down the umbrella: "The rain has stopped."

But he soon realized something and turned to look not far away.

Not far from a few people, Han Jing was standing in a mysterious suit.

His palm was filled with inspiration, and it was with his spiritual power that stopped the rain.

Chang Boning had only met this person in Hanshan Temple, and he had never remembered what a person looked like. He only knew that he was probably a disciple of Xuanjijun, so he bent down slightly and gave him a gift as a thank you.

Han Jing also bowed silently to him.

After the two of them politely greeted each other, they had no intersection again.

Han Jing could feel Chang Boning's sadness and self-support.

Covering this rain for him was the only thing he could do.

...At the same time, he also used spiritual power to search all over Chang Boning's body openly, without Feng Ruyuan's soul remnants.

This is just a matter of inadvertent.

If you commit suicide in public, it is to avoid dragging down Fengling.

If he escaped from his shell, there would definitely be no reason to stay in Fengling.

Because of the same principle, I would not go to Hanshan Temple as before.

The person who cares about it is one in Fengling and the other in Hanshan Temple.

Han Jing also intended to try him, but Ru Yixin took the "human pillar" into the sword, and the ghost energy was strong all over his body, and the other ghost energy was blocked and suppressed. Even if he tried, he could not find anything.

In short, Han Jing firmly believed that Feng Rugu would never die.

So, will you go and search for Jing Sancai?

Or in other words, Yingxujun was just pretending to have not gathered his soul at that time, but in fact he was hiding the truth and brought him back to Qingliang Valley?

...

What I regret is that Jing Sanchai has not arrived because of a serious illness.

But Feng Rugu didn't mind.

The funeral of this Yun Zhongjun is so grand that Feng Rugu is filled with joy.

The disciple who was looking for a sword in the water just now changed into solemn white clothes, which looked good as Zhuoran Yucheng.

He and Sang Luojiu, who had just passed by, bowed to the token, bowed again, and performed three rituals together. From him, he recited the short sacrificial text until the end of the article, the word "Alas" was red. His eyes were red and he knelt down again with Sang Luojiu.

"Luo Fuchun, the second disciple under the throne of Yunzhong, I will send you to Master."

"Sang Luojiu, the third disciple under the throne of Yunzhong, I will send you to Master."

Feng Rugu thought curiously, what about the eldest disciple.

He thought Yun Zhongjun was so funny that he looked at Ruyi, so he looked up and wanted to see if he would laugh.

Who would have thought that Ruyi's lips turned pale again, and his hand holding the sword body was shaking violently.

Feng Rugu held his sword and wondered: Why are you sick again?

Everyone below was also talking.

Luofuchun and Sangluo were as peaceful as ever, and stood up one after another, came to the side of the spiritual position, and received the incense of everyone's gifts.

It’s like picking three incense sticks, going up to the front and bowing two times, then walking to Luofuchun, standing quietly.

Luo Fuchun raised his head and looked at this layman who seemed to be as old as his age.

Before he could speak, Luo Fuchun seemed to know his purpose.

"When my master first took me into Fengling and registered the book, I was the second disciple."

Speaking of this, Luo Fuchun actually showed a little sad smile: "...I thought the master was scolding me at that time."

Luo Fuchun looked at Ruyi, and his expression became much more steady. It seemed that in these short ten days, his mind had grown more than ten years old: "... A few days ago, I heard from my master talk about the 'remaining world' and talk about your relationship with Master, and I knew what Master intended..."

He mingled his palms and bowed down and bowed: "…Go to Senior Brother."

This bow was stabbed hard by Ruyixin.

Feng Rugu seemed to live carelessly and sloppy, but he has always been in his heart for the past ten years.

And what did he... missed...

It’s like a pale face and a heartache.

And when he was deeply hit, Feng Rugu was not having a good time.

Outside the mourning hall, there were many guests, chattering and making various comments.

"That day, he was forced to commit suicide by all the sects, and I had never arrived. If I were there, I would have to say something about it."

"He is not without love, right... Alas! Alas!"

"No love is an excuse to be possessed by a demon! He has concealed it for many years, but he has a bad intention! Maybe he has been secretly messing with something weird."

"Before the mourning hall, don't speculate. Everyone is dead..."

Seeing this, Feng Rugu just wanted to laugh.

What does Kunpeng break its wings and chicken birds make noise? That's it.

During this hiking trip, I saw so many faces of sentient beings, and Feng Rugu realized a reality.

...It's really boring to be a human being.

So, on the second day, without discussing with anyone, he squatted silently in the shadow of the corner of the house and held up an umbrella.

He doesn't want to be a human being.

Now he is a little mushroom.
Chapter completed!