Shortly after Luofuchun moved in to "the still water flowed deep", Chang Boning came to visit Feng Rugu.

As a result, Chang Boning saw Luo Fuchun who was standing in front of the hall because he smashed Feng Ruguyu's vase.

He was punished by Feng Rugu to stand at the door as a new vase for two hours, holding flowers in his left and right hands, and was not allowed to move. Feng Rugu was playing tricks, dipped in ink, and drew a cat beard on his face.

"Young people are so nice to play with you." Seeing this scene, Chang Boning felt so relieved, and was beyond words, "As usual, I am very happy to see you have a strong spirit."

Luo Fuchun: "..." Master, have you read something wrong? I am being punished.

Feng Rugu: "…hehehe."

Seeing Chang Boning away, Feng Rugu sat down beside Luo Fuchun with a good inkstone, and sighed, feeling depressed with grievance.

Luo Fuchun looked ahead with a handsome little cat face and said firmly: "Master, don't be disappointed in me, I'm clumsy and will definitely change in the future."

Feng Rugu: It’s another story about correcting something, when will you discover the clues I left you?

The horse's feet should not be exposed too obviously, so Feng Rugu was not very obvious at the beginning.

On the bookshelf where the "still water flows deep" are placed without a trace, and there is a stamped and fire paint under the pillow that emits demonic energy and is specially used for correspondence.

In the current situation of Taoist sect where the anti-demon wind is very popular, it is a taboo to keep such items privately.

If the upright Luo Fuchun is willing to use this as evidence and sue him first, then he will be considered a contribution to the exposing.

But Feng Rugu could only watch this stupid apprentice go in and out in the "deep water flowing", and ignore the clues he laid.

A few days ago, Feng Rugu saw him tidy up his bed, move the pillow, and take out the seal, almost burst into tears.

But before Feng Rugu could be happy for a moment, a thrilling light flashed in Luo Fuchun's eyes. He held the seal and came forward step by step, asking earnestly: "Master, is this the spoil you seized in the 'Legend of World'?"

Feng Rugu: "..."

Luo Fuchun's eyes were wet with the wet light of sincere joy as big dogs: "Which devil's possession is this? How did the master take it?"

Feng Rugu took the seal, yawned, and threw it on the table next to him: "It's just an unimportant thing."

This invisible basin of cold water in front of him poured out most of Luofuchun's passionate young heart that yearned for the heroic story.

Later, Feng Rugu still refused to give up, so he spread out a magical book and placed it on the table at will. He lay on the book and slept on it, waiting for Luofuchun to come.

Soon, he really came.

Luo Fuchun saw him sleeping soundly again, sighed, picked up Feng Rugu, put his hands and feet on the bed, tucked the quilt carefully, and then folded it back to the desk to clean up his pen, ink, paper and ink for him.

Feng Rugu quietly opened one eye and observed his every move.

Luo Fuchun took a page of the bookmark made of bamboo leaves and placed it on the open page. Without looking at it, he closed the magic book and placed it on the right side of the table without a glance.

Feng Rugu: "..." What honest thing did he accept?!

At this time, Feng Rugu sat next to Luo Fuchun, who was playing the vase, and looked up unwillingly and called him: "Fuchun?"

His beautiful and handsome little vase looked ahead firmly: "Master?"

"There are many classics on my bookshelf that you can read." Feng Rugu realized that he was already making it clear, "Are you not interested in those?"

"My father warned me that I can't go thousands of miles without taking a single step." Luo Fuchun replied solemnly, "I am not very good at practicing my current cultivation level and dare not read Master's books easily. I must lay a solid foundation first and then talk about other things!"

Feng Rugu: "..." Oh my God.

The apprentice was completely stunned, and Feng Rugu was really unable to do so, so he had to find another way.

He tried every means to try to get Luo Fuchun's disgust: he didn't like his lazyness, so he became more lazy; he didn't like gold and jade things, so he insisted on putting all kinds of gold and jade; he wanted to stay by his side to concentrate on practicing swords, so he sent him out to eliminate demons and destroy demons and make money to support his family.

Feng Rugu hopes that using this, he can get rid of his image in his mind little by little.

If he hates himself, he may be more picky and discover more.

You can also seek liberation and be a useless person who has been useless for a few years.

However, as time goes by, Feng Rugu found out that Luo Fuchun really had a purest heart.

Too pure to a little fool, to being so pure to Feng Rugu was reluctant to break his dream that would inevitably be broken.

However, there is nothing wrong with the world, so that's good.

Who would have expected that three years later, there would be waves in the world.

The gradually growing Bushimen finally touched the interests of Taoist sect.

A side branch of the Bushimen, a total of 75 people, were killed by a small Taoist sect.

The people from the Bushimen were extremely sad and angry, and wanted to return to the Taoist sect with the same method of revenge.

Fortunately, Feng Rugu discovered this was a conspiracy. If the Bushimen really took it and killed more than 300 Taoist people in the Taoist sect, then the Bushimen would definitely become the public enemy of the Taoist sect, and even in the name of Lin Xuejing, it would not be preserved.

Under Feng Rugu's instructions, Thirty four made a quick decision and used the thunderous momentum to find out the rule of trying to use the same-shaped revenge in the Bushimen behind the scenes to provoke the mastermind, and only targeted that person and killed him on the spot.

Thirty-four held the ironclad evidence of this person's conspiracy, proving that this person intended to induce the small Taoist sect and the Bushimen to kill each other. Seeing this, the Taoist sect had to pinch his nose, gritted his teeth and praised the Bushimen for his good killing and good killing, and eliminated the scourge of the Taoist sect for them.

However, the rules of the Bushimen have been set, and Feng Rugu would never give up.

Afterwards, in the small Taoist sect, the people who conspired with the mastermind to participate in the massacre disappeared mysteriously one by one.

Even if someone can guess who made them disappear for no reason, there is no evidence, and no verification.

In the end, there were no more or less in the small Taoist sect, and seventy-five lives were lost.

After the storm subsided, Thirty-four wrote to complain again.

The content was the same as three years ago, and asked Feng Ruruo when he would return to the head of the sect.

Feng Ruyuan burned away the spiritual letter as usual.

In the bright flames of the room, he thought that he might have to take another disciple.

This time, he has to choose carefully.

Not long after, Feng Rugu fell in love with a young man.

He used a bamboo smoker with a curling blue mist to lift half of the curtain, and through the open gap, he caught a glimpse of the young Hua Biyun who had won his younger brother in swordsmanship.

In the incredible angry eyes of my younger brother, Hua Bieyun took the sword and saluted, and the emotions in his eyebrows were hidden very well.

...It's just that it's too good.

His defeated younger brother was unconcealed by his disgust and contempt for Hua Bieyun.

It would be too fake to defeat such a young man who was shallowly disliked by him. He could be considered humble and could show his concern.

Among the more than a thousand letters he has communicated over the years, 34 generals have heard of everything in the world.

Feng Rugu knew that Feihuamen was notorious because of frequent family fights.

All of this happened after an illegitimate child in Huazhang was taken into the door.

Feng Rugu pressed the smoke gun to his lips, and smiled faintly:...interesting.

On the day he decided on the victory, Feng Rugu summoned the young man who was about to leave, and put his hand out of the curtain and made a leisurely move at him.

He needs such an ambitious person.

And convincing people with deep minds requires a little extra honesty.

So, Feng Rugu took off his disguise and gave a reason to accept him as his disciple.

"There is a fool's apprentice in my 'Silent Water Flowing Deep'. My mind is not very good, so I need..." Feng Rugu said, "...Improve it."

This is the truth, not a lie.

So, he used the truth to trick an apprentice.

Luo Jiu, use me and expose me.

If you really have that ambition, Master will be the ladder for you to climb up.

But, a day passed and a month passed.

The clues left by Feng Ruju not only disappeared without anyone's attention, but also disappeared one by one.

Feng Rugu felt something was wrong.

He simply took advantage of Sang Luojiu's house to clean up and said intentionally: "Luojiu, do you remember where the book I was reading yesterday?"

"Did Master read a book yesterday?" Sang Luojiu's expression was gentle and his tone was humble, "Luojiu forgot."

Feng Rugu looked at him: "Is it because I have a bad memory?"

"No, Master has always had a good memory, and Luo Jiu made his own decisions." Sang Luo Jiu responded obediently, "Master didn't have time to put away some things, Luo Jiu helped Master properly pack them."

Feng Rugu: "..."

Sang Luojiu held a broom in his hand and lowered his eyebrows and said: "All Master's preferences are respected. But don't let others see it. If there is any misunderstanding, it will be bad."

Feng Rugu's heart is ashamed: "..." Thank you.

Feng Rugu felt that his current situation could be described as "It's hard to ride a tiger".

He had two apprentices. The longer he exposed his identity, the more changes he had, the greater the impact on them.

Feng Rugu never loves love in his life.

He promised to give one person a home, but he lost his promise.
To be continued...