Feng Rugu has always felt shallow, and was awakened by the sound of Cuju outside the window early in the morning.

He had a rare night of sleep, without any troubled dreams or night shock, and his mood was really good.

only……

Feng Rugu hugged the quilt, saw Ruyi holding a chin with one hand, sleeping at a small table far away from him, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

Ah, sure enough.

At this time, he also felt the childishness of his actions of flipping through the window yesterday. He was no longer quarreled like a peaceful sleep, so he planned to take it out quietly, come quietly, and walk quietly.

But when he leaned over to explore his shoes and socks under the bed, he opened his eyes and looked at him. His eyes were clear, not like he woke up, but like he had not been asleep all night.

When Feng Ruguru straightened his waist, he quickly closed his eyes.

Feng Rugu put on her coat, lifted her cloud boots upside down, and tiptoed out of the house.

His barefoots fell to the ground, and his ankle bones made a slight sound.

...It's like a cat's cushion falling on the ground.

Haijing, who was sleeping outside, heard the sound of the door and opened her eyes in a daze. She only had time to see a back that sneaked out of the door.

He suspected that he had seen hallucinations.

How could Yun Zhongjun come out of the uncle's room?

When he was curled up in the quilt and his thoughts were a little confused, he saw that he was dressed neatly and walked out of the inner screen.

Hai Jing was busy cheering up and greeted: "Uncle Master, it's early."

Ru didn't even look at Hai Jing at first sight, but just looked at the door that was open. Thinking of Feng Rugu's appearance lightly crawling out from here, she couldn't help but smile: "Ash."

He thought that it would be normal for three-legged waist to go out through this crack in the door.

But he soon realized that his idea was absurd and unreasonable, as if he had been captured by some evil magic of unknown origin, so that his heart and eyes were filled with that person.

Xiang Ruyi, who had excellent control ability, couldn't help but feel annoyed in her heart. She clenched her fists in her sleeves for a while, and then she could not help but relax.

What can you worry about?

After all, it was just a skill that was hit by the evil spirit. Just find Lin Xuejing and force him to solve this test jade, and all difficulties will be eliminated.

...

After summer begins, the sun comes out particularly early.

Feng Rugu, who was sitting in the corridor, just put on his shoes and socks, and then washed up briefly, then he sweated a lot.

He took out the Little Luo fan, while fighting against the wind, he found the source of the sound that woke him up.

Between the flat sand and grass, seven or eight disciples of the Qingshuang Sect were shouting Cuju, using two bamboos to build the goal, and putting a thin net on the bamboo pole, and laying the small square Cuju field in a similar shape.

When the disciples saw Feng Rugu, they immediately stopped playing and saluted him.

Someone who dared to greet him: "Will Yun Zhongjun come and give it a try?"

Feng Rugu rolled up his sleeves openly, regardless of his careless clothes: "Come on!"

If you want to do other sports, such as teaching swordsmanship, Feng Rugu will definitely be able to push it if you can.

But the Cuju incident made him miss the distant past.

Feng Rugu loved Cuju when he was thirteen years old.

He took his own initiative and set up a piece of open space behind the Green Bamboo Hall in Fengling Mountain, sprinkled fine sand, weaved several vine-faced balls, and often invited three or five friends to play.

Feng Rugu loves all kinds of tricks to show off his skills and can use his toes to provoke thousands of changes.

He tied his hair high with his hairband, and he was very relaxed and sharp. He picked up the ball casually and brought a gust of wind: "Senior brother, catch it!"

Before Chang Boning caught up, Han Jing, a young man in a crimson suit, jumped and blocked the ball with his chest. He easily moved the ball back and forth twice, but he turned it back to Chang Boning.

Jing Sanchai, who was standing beside him, yelled: "Senior Brother Han! Senior Brother Chang is not with us!"

Han Jing smiled and explained slightly: "He didn't touch the ball today."

Jing Sanchai chased Chang Boning, who was dribbling, complained: "You might as well be with him next time!"

Chang Boning tied a shiny free scarf on his forehead, which looked refreshing and neat.

He walked sideways and lightly bypassed the two or three people who came to intercept the ball, and gave the ball to Feng Rugu.

Feng Rugu had passed several levels of people, and his thin spring shirt had been wet with sweat, and it was pressed against the boy's chest, rising and falling slightly with his breathing.

After receiving the ball, he shouted happily, hooked the ball up and threw it high into the sky.

The vine ball flew into the Lingyun, as high as a bird.

But after many years, the ball that he once played with thousands of tricks could never reach Feng Ruju's feet.

He was just an mortal fetus who could not use his spiritual power, and he had countless skills in his chest, but in terms of footwork and body shape, he seemed extremely clumsy compared to those disciples who had just entered the Qi Refining Stage and had not yet formed a pill.

He played with several disciples for more than a quarter of an hour, but Feng Rugu didn't even hit the ball once. Occasionally, he got free and was about to stretch his foot, but he was immediately cut off.

After realizing that it was impossible for him to catch up with the ball, Feng Rugu simply stopped, holding his knee and smiling while gasping.

These teenagers were having fun. Moreover, on the Cuju field, they did not have much awe of the title of "Yun Zhongjun", so they laughed at him and said, "Yun Zhongjun can't play football at all!"

"Yes." Feng Rugu fanned the back of his hand, smiled and looked at the group of teenagers who were younger than him in the previous round, and sincerely praised, "It's so good, you guys."

While speaking, Feng Rugu's eyes turned from the corner of his eyes and found that Ruyi had arrived at the sidelines at some point.

I don’t know how long he has been watching him be bullied by these young people.

"It's just right." Feng Rugu didn't mind, and rushed to the sidelines panting, grabbed Ruyi's sleeves, shook them, and shamelessly looking for foreign aid, "Master, help me clean up them."

Feng Rugu used to teach his little Hongchen Cuju.

He has never been shameless in this regard.

...I can't kick you, so I can't ask my son to deal with you?

Ru, when she saw him running down the field, was nervous for a moment, and immediately held it in her palm and put away the handkerchief that she was going to hand him to wipe his sweat.

After Feng Rugu made a request, Ruyi realized that he had not noticed his intention to hand him a handkerchief. He breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and took off the monk's robe, revealing his short stroke.

He has wide shoulders and thin waist, and outstanding appearance, and can even break through the shortness of his body to show a dashing style.

All disciples thought that a monk was good at this kind of pastoral game, so they laughed and planned to tease him again like teasing Feng Rugu.

Who would have thought that this person would be cold and freely use a ball to move freely?

As soon as he came on the court, he skillfully dodged several people, raised his foot and sent the pickle ball directly into the net.

Although his Cuju technique was taught by his adoptive father, he was different from Zhang Yang's stubborn adoptive father after all. He didn't like to play some extra tricks, but just carried his hands behind his back and moved flexibly. Those who wanted to stop him felt a flash in front of him. He had escaped from the encirclement and reached several feet away.

Seven or eight people present went to stop him, but there was no way to do anything to him.

After sending the ball easily into the net again, Ruyi did not look at Feng Rugu, but just slowly used his feet to play the ball back and forth, as if this was the case, he was not venting his anger for Feng Rugu.

——He came very early and could see clearly from the side.

After discovering that Feng Rugu was not proficient in Cuju skills, these young people deliberately teased him and ran back and forth on the field.

In Ruyi's opinion, although Feng Rugu is lazy and frivolous, he is not a few ignorant teenagers who can bully him at will.

Feng Rugu didn't mind Ruyi's cold attitude and the playful behavior of his juniors. He sat cross-legged on the sidelines, held his chin and looked at Ruyi with a smile in his eyes.

He felt that he was a coffin buried in the soil for a long time. He occasionally climbed out of the mud and looked at the fresh world and the energetic teenagers. It was also very good.

The boys found Ruyi was a master of Cuju, and were abused by him again. They also knew the truth that there was heaven beyond heaven and voluntarily gave in.

Since they admitted that they lost, Ruyi no longer refused to let go and returned to Feng Rugu.

Feng Rugu came over, suffused him diligently, and said with relief: "It's not bad."

Unexpectedly, after so many years, he has not lost any of the skills he taught him, whether it is chess or Cuju.

Maybe I can play a guzheng with him another day...

Ru, when he saw him so heartless, he was not angry or annoyed, and endured and endured, he finally blurted out: "Jun Yunzhongjun, you are from the same school as your adoptive father, even if your mind and ambition are three parts like your adoptive father, you will not be as unbearable as this."

Feng Rugu's hand that suffocated him suddenly paused.

As soon as he said that, Ruyi also felt that the word "unbearable" seemed to be too serious.

But he clearly was unfair to Feng Ru's usual.

If he had a young man from his adoptive father, if there was a ignorant boy who dared to be happy with him like this, he would have revenged a hundred times a thousand times.

Ru can be seen that Feng Rugu never slanders when treating peers and elders. He is extremely tricky, but he has a special favor for Taoist juniors.

This is true for Mr. Wen who was clamoring to kill him to avenge his sister at Wenshimen, and for Lian Ruxin, who wanted to kill him to save Yi Shangchen, and for these little disciples who played Cuju.

Ru can't see that he was bullied by the younger generation like this, but she doesn't know how to remind him with his current relationship with Feng Ruju, and what position should he remind him.

As a result, this kind of good intention was said to him as a bad word.

Hearing this sentence, Feng Rugu stared at his knees and was stunned for a while.

He thought that there were not many people in this world who could hurt his heart.

He lowered his head and took a breath, his shoulders shrank for a while before stretching out.
To be continued...