He was not very smart, and all his wisdom in his life was concentrated on comprehending sword techniques, so he seemed careless and crazy.

But at the same time, Thirty-four has a unique and natural sense of proportion in terms of human relationships and worldly affairs.

Since Feng Rugu returned, he no longer issued any orders to the sects of the Bushi Sect.

Feng Rugu also noticed this, but he said nothing.

He called Thirty-four and whispered to him two or three words.

In front of the people who had not yet dispersed, Thirty-four received an order and ordered the people of the Bushimen who had not yet woken up. The tone was as usual: "It is not until today, and the leaders of each hall lead a person to meet in front of the Fujian Hall!"

...It is obvious who made this.

The 34th generation's tone of the tone of the order was not at all unhappy. The joyfulness represents willing surrender.

In this way, even those with some ideas opened their mouths and became weak.

After finishing his speech, Thirty Si found Xu Pingsheng squatting outside the crowd, throwing stones one by one.

Thirty-six stared at him and said to Feng Rugu: "Master, I have some private matters."

Feng Rugu smiled and said, "Go. I have a private matter, too."

The private matter in his arms was as frosty as his face, but his heart was clear and destroyed, and it was very lively.

Fortunately, it was in the daytime and it was unclear.

Now there is no Lin Xuejing in the world, and no one can solve the test beauty.

But after thinking about it, he lowered his eyelids slightly, and a little gentleness slid across the foundation of his eyes.

It seems that there is no need to untie it.

On the other side, Thirty-four looked around and grabbed the person closest to them: "Shujing, lead a way for the sect leader."

Han Jing: “…”

Han Jing: "Yes. Sect Master, please come here."

Under Feng Rugu's arrangement, it is hard to think of Chaoge Mountain as a demon cave, more like a Taoist gate, both like a peach garden and a holy land.

After sunrise, more than a thousand houses are bathed in the light and color. The fine bamboos form the sea and the beautiful flowers bloom, which occupies three parts of the spring scenery in the world.

The child with the blood of the Demonic Taoism lay beside the corridor column, blinking his green eyes, and quietly looking at them.

Feng Rugu's eyes only stayed on the back of the guide: "Shi Shujing?"

Han Jing walked ahead: "…yes."

Feng Rugu said behind him: "I heard from Uncle Thirty-four. Shi Shujing, the guardian, has a good name."

Han Jing did not look back: "Is that so? Thank you."

Feng Rugu looked at the red veil tied behind his head, and his expression changed a few times.

Ruyi saw his expression in his eyes, and secretly wrote it down, without saying a word.

Thirty-four received the order from the sect leader and left the crowd. He grabbed his little awakened body and raised his wrist to throw the stone. He squatted down beside him and said with a smile: "Is my little hero back?"

Seeing that he finally understood himself, Xu Pingsheng hummed with a little joy.

Thirty-four finally took off his burden and felt comfortable all over. Everything seemed particularly pleasing to the eye: "You brought the sect leader back, and you have to remember the merits."

Xu Pingsheng turned his head and said stubbornly to him: "It's not rare."

Sansi tsk, grabbed his wrist, learned Feng Rugu's posture, and hugged him horizontally.

Xu Pingsheng was stunned for a moment, and noticed that there were still people around him who had not dispersed. He became embarrassed and beaten up: "Go to your uncle! Let go--"

Thirty-six went to cover his mouth.

Xu Pingsheng acted to bite his finger.

Many people turned their heads when they heard the sound.

When Thirty-four was in a good mood, he could put out any shameless words. He held his finger in his mouth and smiled at the people who saw him nearby, "I'm used to it, my little beauty is more shy."

Xu Pingsheng held his hand in his mouth: "…???"

The demon who watched them said: "…????"

They were blinded again by the eyes that had just been blinded by the new sect leader and the new wife.

Xu Pingsheng felt extremely embarrassed and took a bite on his fingertips angrily.

But he bit it down, tasted a little bloody smell and regretted it again. He couldn't bear it for a moment and licked it guiltily.

Only Thirty-four himself noticed this little move.

He pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled brightly, clamped him beside him, and walked towards his temple with great strides.

As he walked, he wiped the blood from his fingertips on his lips: "I'll replenish you some energy. Don't faint again like last time."

Xu Pingsheng glared at him: "..." Let's bite it off!

...

Shi Shujing led the two to a palace room and pushed open the door.

Thirty-four knew that he was coming back, so he sent someone to clean it this morning.

The hall room was unavailable, but it was clean and dust-free.

The first thing that comes to my mind is the green mountains in the area, decorated with white stones, and the first sentence is "Sending the rest of your life in the river and sea."

... "The boat passes away from now on, and the rest of the river and sea will be spent."

This hall is called "Yusheng Hall".

I don’t seek immortality, but only seek the rest of my life.

Ruyi was admitted to the hospital with him, and at first glance, her lips pursed.

He had seen this place before.

...It looks like "still water flows deep", it looks like the Buddhist house where the two spent two years together.

Even if a "still water flows deep", Feng Rugu still has a palace of rebirth.

Feng Rugu never forgot the agreement between the two and wanted to build a home for him.

People in the world have thousands of hearts, and they are different.

During the ten years of separation, he wandered around the world as his adoptive father wished, but his heart was always as small as a Buddha's house, and he could only tolerate him and an adoptive father.

Feng Rugu sat withered and "still water flows deep", but his heart was so big that he could accommodate the world.

But every time he looked back, he still did not forget the return of that little dream.

After sending the person to Yusheng Hall, Han Jing stood still, and his heart, washed by the storm, had returned to peace: "Master, I..."

"Shh."

Feng Rugu interrupted him.

He raised his legs and stepped into the threshold because he was too familiar with every arrangement here and no one needed to lead the way.

But he said without looking back: "Don't leave, wait for me here. I have something to look for you."

Han Jing lowered his eyelashes, raised his hand, and traced the scar on his chest through his clothes: "Yes."

After entering the house, Feng Rugu put Ruyi on the bed and knelt on one knee by the bed: "How good."

Ruyi is not used to being praised like this, so she turned her face away: "The adoptive father is the leader of the sect. I cannot act on my own and lose your face at this time... Besides, when Hong Ling attacked her, she also sealed my three big acupoints - how did this do it?"

In fact, he still has some unspeakable joy.

"My master is very accomplished in refining weapons." Feng Rugu took back the red silk from his palm, "His magic weapon can change thousands of times. I have only learned some basic knowledge from my master."

He turned the red silk into a pair of silver shackles: "...hands."

As he didn't move, he just called him in a low voice: "...Entertain Father."

Feng Rugu insisted: "Madam, you will suffer some grievances."

Ruyi had been in contact with him for a long time, and finally gave in and extended his hands obediently.

...Who was wronged?

In front of everyone, everyone could see clearly that it was his new demon Feng Ruoyuan who relied on his strength to rob people, not that he came as willingly.

People in the world discussed his admiration for his unchanging nature and mocked him for his unchanging devilish heart, but there was not enough evidence to accuse him of the filthy Buddhist.

He imprisoned himself as a show for others.

As he said, he is an annoying genius.

There are countless words in the world, and Feng Rugu would rather aim his tip at himself.

As soon as Ru realized that her mood was a little out of control, she was afraid that she would be abrupt, so she forced herself to change the topic: "Is there any problem with the person outside the door?"

"The wife of the sect leader will be in charge as soon as she enters the door." Feng Rugu said, "A good habit."

Hearing this, Ru's cheeks were still cold, but a layer of red floated, and the lines were no longer as hard as they were. It was like Feng Rugu.
To be continued...