Feng Rugu fell into a long dream as dark as a swamp.

When I woke up, it was dawn, and the warmth of the early sun fell on his eyelashes, with a little smell of snow.

It was autumn when he left, and it was winter now.

It had just started to snow outside, and the snow shadows made the world white. The light was turned and turned, falling on Feng Rugu's body, making Feng Rugu suspect that he had fallen into a maze of light.

I haven't slept in bed for too long, and the excessively soft touch made Feng Rugu think that he was about to melt on the bed.

Because the pain has been dull for a long time, the pain has recovered very slowly.

Feng Rugu lay on his back on the bed, blinking his eyes slowly.

The world is too bright, so the feeling of being half dark is particularly strong.

His eyes were really hurting so much that he took some time to figure out who he was, and to sort out his situation little by little.

He was chaotic and confused, and sometimes he felt that he was alive, sometimes he felt that he was better off if he was dead.

At one moment, a light of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind, and a lonely little man stood in the light of inspiration.

He suddenly opened his eyes, turned over and sat up, without even wearing shoes, and ran straight out of the warm and fragrant little house.

Feng Rugu woke up very coincidental.

Chang Boning guarded him for several days and nights, and was just forcibly escorted by his master Xiaoyaojun to rest and asked Yan Jiangnan to take care of him.

Although Yan Jiangnan is good at taking odd steps and loves to study toxicology, orthodox pharmacology was educated by Fengling female medicine Jun Yuan Ruzhou, and it has also achieved some success.

She was determined to do something, and she was decorating the medicine under the corridor with a small medicine fan, but she saw Feng Rugu wearing a single dress and waxing her feet, running from the house and jumping towards the southeast to control the wind.

Yan Jiangnan thought he was confused for a moment.

In a moment, a few pairs of footprints in the snow and the red blood dripping on the white snow made Yan Jiangnan change color after realizing it: "Little Brother!"

Feng Rugu's spiritual power in his body was declining, like the residual wine in a bottle, with only a thin layer of foundation left.

He used the consumption method that could almost be called "fishing through the lake" and rushed all the way to the inn.

When Feng Rugu broke into the inn, he was shocked by the host and the guest.

The first snowfall this year took a day and a night, which was a disaster for the poor. Early in the morning, two cars of the roadside bodies were cleared out in the city.

Feng Rugu was wearing a blood-stained single dress, and half of his blood was dried up. His face was white and his lips were colorless. He looked like a beautiful corpse who had frozen to death and was cheated.

I didn't see you in March, and the waiter in the inn had long forgotten about this guest, and only felt that this person was a little kind-faced.

He welcomed and sent many guests, and he was very knowledgeable. After a brief shock, he quickly determined that Feng Rugu was a noble young man, and perhaps because of his bad luck, he was robbed.

He brought a cup of hot tea and said, "Celebrity, please drink a little tea, and you can just ping Yiping..."

Before he finished speaking, the selves climbed the stairs and headed straight for the room where he had come back countless times in his dream.

The waiter was confused and worried that he was crazy. He broke the ornaments in the inn, shocked the distinguished guests who were staying in, and hurriedly followed him.

The corpse stood at the door of the Tianzi Room.

The bedding is neat, the floor is clean, the table table is bright, and it is so clean that it is unpopular.

Feng Ruguchi looked at the empty room, and his body hurt so much that he couldn't stand steadily.

The waiter chased after him: "Cheer officer..."

He grabbed the waiter's clothes and pulled it in front of him, half asking, half filling him with a crutch, barely supporting his shaking body: "Where is the... children here?"

The waiter took a breath and said, "Oh, you are that child... He said someone might come to pick him up, are you?"

Feng Rugu shook his body back and forth: "Where is the person?"

The waiter hurriedly held his arm: "Don't worry, the child was here at first, and he was waiting for you all day long. Later, he seemed to have encountered something, and he left the room. After a while, he came back, and was still waiting."

Feng Rugu repeated: "…wait."

The waiter nodded: "Whenever he has time, he will carry the bench and sit at the door and wait. He said that someone will definitely come back to pick him up home."

Feng Rugu repeated: "...Pick him home..."

The waiter noticed that his condition and expression were very wrong, and quietly reached out to hold his right flank: "About seven or eight days ago, he met an old monk. The monk asked him for some food and said something to him, so he followed the monk."

"Monk..." Feng Rugu's eyes were filled with heavy shadows of flying mosquitoes. He could hear them all rely on hard work. Now he finally found hope in this sentence, and he was willing to give up, "Which monk from which school—"

As he spoke, the wound on his body became deeper, and the white clothes were covered with blood, which made the waiter tremble.

"Which door?" Every word Feng Rugu was squeezed out from his teeth, "Which temple, which monk?"

The waiter was a little desperate.

He was worried that once he told the truth that he "don't know", this extremely weak guest would lose the last bit of heart-warming that he relied on to survive, fall head-on and die with his eyes open.

The waiter was in a dilemma and only heard the inn that there was a warm fragrance of azaleas in no reason.

The next moment, his body lightened and he was taken away from the side of the guest who was about to collapse.

Chang Boning came over the wind because he was anxious and his graceful attitude was slightly reduced. But in Xiaoer's eyes, this was the person he had seen the most like an immortal in his life.

He nodded slightly to Xiao Er, hanged one arm beside him, and gently hugged Feng Rugu's waist with his other arm, and took him in his arms.

Half of his flesh and blood were thrown into the "Liangshi", making his waist look even more unbearable.

Chang Boning: "Why do you run around randomly when you are so serious?!"

This is the most serious sentence Chang Boning said to Feng Rugu since he met him.

He originally wanted to be more fierce, but who wanted Feng Rugu to bury him in his arms, and then a feeling of heat and moisture came from his shoulders.

Chang Boning immediately sighed and his voice softened: "What's wrong? Is the wound hurting?"

"Senior Brother..." Feng Rugu raised his eyes and was so aggrieved that he almost cried, "I lost my child..."

This sentence exhausted his last little energy.

He fell silently and his head gently knocked on Chang Boning's chest.

Chang Boning raised his other hand, his fingertips stayed on his chest, and gently stroked it back and forth, confirming that the flesh and blood were warm and his heart was still beating, and then he let out a breath, enduring the heartache and fear of almost losing the precious thing in his eyes.

...

When he woke up again, Feng Rugu's injured eyes replaced with new medicine, and circles of white veil deprived all his eyesight on his right side.

The cool smell of medicine flowed through the eye sockets throughout the body, but it could not nourish his exhausted meridians.

He tried to mobilize his spiritual power again, but he felt weak and even felt heavy when his fingers moved.

In a state of distraction, he heard the voice of his master Xiaoyaojun.

"The demon poison flows into the eight meridians of the heart and cannot be removed at all... If you hadn't brought it back in time, he would have been deviled."

Chang Boning refused to accept this fact: "Master, think about it again, there must be other ways to save the rest of the same."

Xiaoyaojun said: "He was stained with demonic energy. If he wanted to have a thorough treatment, he could only dissolve spiritual power and destroy the root bones. But after reaching this point, he would not only be unable to lift the sword for his whole life, but also have a life-threatening danger. He was seriously injured and could not die. He was supported by the immortal body. He broke the root bones and also broke his lifeline. Yesterday, I asked the boy Thirty-six to come and see him quietly. He also said that the demon has been in the bone marrow and he was powerless to turn the world back. I really had no other way except to temporarily suppress it with magic."

Xiaoyaojun's voice paused, adding a little indescribable melancholy: "...If I really had a good idea, I should have used it to save that person, then now, nothing bad happened."

When his master's wife Meng Chongguang heard this, the boss was unhappy: "Senior Brother!"

Xiaoyaojun raised his hand and pressed his head down, signaling him not to eat this old jealousy, they were discussing the matter.

Meng Chongguang was pressed up and became much more obedient. He sat beside Feng Rugu and exposed him without hesitation: "Are you awake?"

Feng Rugu tilted his head and opened his mouth to speak, a bloody smell hit his throat: "Master's wife, Master."

Meng Chongguang put a glass of water that had been warming in his hand on the small table beside his pillow: "Don't pretend to be asleep when you wake up, your master and senior brother are very worried."

Xiaoyaojun raised his foot and kicked Meng Chongguang's knees lightly - saying it was a kick, it was clearly a rubbing - rubbed him aside: "How is it like this?"

"I died once, but I didn't see Meng Po." Feng Rugu was really unwilling to look sad when facing his master, and said with a smile, "It's so regretful."

Xiaoyao Jun laughed: "You boy."

Feng Rugu smiled on his face, but clenched his cold palms under the quilt: "...what were you talking about just now?"

Chang Boning was really not an expert in lying, and he couldn't bear it and compassion. He turned his eyes away and did not dare to look directly at Feng Ruyuan's eyes.

Xiaoyaojun stroked his soft forehead and said, "You have not recovered from serious injury and have to run out. When you are well, you should punish you for copying the scriptures."

Feng Rugu pulled the quilt with one hand, covering half of his face, only a curved smile appeared, and acted coquettishly in a muffled voice: "Master, Master, Ruguyuan is wrong, I will never dare to do it again."

His lower half of his face turned stiff, but he tried his best to put his smile in his eyes.

Because he knew that his apprentice was smart and wise, Xiaoyaojun couldn't bear to look at his forced smiley eyes and stroked his eyelids: "Okay, don't consume your energy in gossip, keep it well, in the future..."

He could never say anything after the "future".

At this moment, he should not give Feng Rugu any more expectations.

Expectation, for Feng Rugu now, it hurts him more than the silver needle that pierces his eyes.

Thinking of this, Xiaoyao Jun stood up and said, "As usual, let's recover from the wounds first. Now you only have one thing to do. What are your plans in the future? You should think in your heart, when will you have plans? Let me tell your master, and you will talk to you in detail."

Feng Ruyuan replied softly: "Yes."

Xiaoyaojun took Chang Boning out of the house.

"Boning, I don't have much time left." Xiaoyaojun said, "To save Ru Yuan, I have broken through the third level of realm and have reached the realm of sainthood and will ascend at any time. At that time, Feng Ling and Ru Yuan, I can only leave it to you."
To be continued...