Guan Buzhi secretly guessed the relationship between the two. When his eyes dripped, Feng Rugu raised the herbal tea, pressed the edge of the cup against his lips, and called him, "Master Guan Ershan."

Guan Buzhi: "Ah?"

Feng Rugu looked at him: "Look at how many lamps are there in this main house."

Although Guan Fu didn’t know what Duanrong Jun asked about this, since it was his question, it must be of some unknown meaning.

He counted carefully, a goose foot lamp on the table, a pair of crane-shaped lamps beside the bed, and a pair of silver lamps under the corridor...

He replied, "Five cups."

"I'm wrong, there are six in total." Feng Rugu smiled, "You're also one."

Guan Buzhi: "…ah?"

Guan Buzhi: "...Oh. Two of you chat slowly."

After stepping out of the main house, he still felt confused.

I came to Duanrongjun to find him. I didn’t solve any problem and was so angry that I was so worried that I could not get up or down. I felt really uncomfortable.

He still remembers Feng Rugu's story in his heart, and he is inevitably confused.

To be honest, Guan Buzhi didn't think Feng Rugu was so powerful before.

In his opinion, the title of "Yunzhongjun" was just because his master ascended early and passed down in line.

During these ten years, Guan Buzhi never heard of this Yun Zhongjun doing anything in the Taoist sect.

Duanrong Jun broke through the realm of the Yuanying and had already become a god; Mr. Jiangnan beat the crimes of various families and killed the Taoist sects, and was also famous. Among the three kings of Fengling, there was only one Feng Ruyuan who lived in seclusion and avoided the world. He did not manage the mountains or contribute to the world, and did not even show any sign of ascension in his cultivation.

Even if the Taoist sects praise their merits, Guan Wuming thought that he was just lying on the merit book without thinking about making progress and just taking on the reputation.

Yesterday, seeing him being arrogant and arrogant, he was domineering, Guan Buzhi's disgust towards him rose even more and rose to the top.

However, today, Feng Rugu first took the initiative to enter the game, and then came up with a strange idea, and moved the killing game that Ding You arranged for him for his own use.

Even his arrogant and luxurious yesterday was disguised as part of his layout.

Guan Buzhi respects people with clear minds, not to mention that Feng Rugu's actions made Guan Buzhi begin to believe that the stories in the "Legend of the World" are not all legends created to support one person.

Now, he heard Duan Rongjun telling the story of the past. Although he only had a few words, he could not help but make such a young Taoist become fascinated by Guan Buzhi.

When Guan Wuzhi's blood was on his head outside the door, Feng Rugu was shaking his feet and looked at Ruyi with a funny look: "Why are you back?"

Ruyi put the medicine on the table in silence.

Feng Rugu said oh, "Apology is coming."

Such as: "…school."

But why do this accusation sound like lack of confidence? I don’t know if this “naive” is talking about Feng Rugu or himself, but Ruyi feels timid when she hears it.

He pretended that he was in charge of punishment in the temple, punished his disciples who did not abide by the rules of the temple, and tried his best to cool down and said, "You should be punished if you pretend to be an adopted father and tease others."

"Yes, Feng Er was extremely guilty." Feng Rugu nodded confidently, "Then you send me medicine..."

Feng Rugu wanted to jokingly say, "But I just feel sorry for me." He embarrassed him again, but when he thought of the boy's unusual thoughts about him, he stopped.

Since Ruyi doesn't know that it is love, then I will help him cut it off early and suffer less.

Feng Rugu swallowed the words and looked a bit serious: "Okay, I'll take the medicine, you can go to bed early."

Ruyi thought that Feng Ruyu's tongue that was used to causing trouble, and he said a few words to take turns teasing him. It can be seen that he is now polite to him and does not exceed the rules. When he thinks that he is ruthless towards him, Ruyi is inexplicably lost.

He suppressed his strange feeling of reluctance, tightened his chin, and nodded: "Well, you go to bed early too."

After saying that, he waved his sleeves to extinguish the two beacons in the room, leaving only a light beside the bed, reflecting Feng Rugu's slightly surprised expression.

Feng Rugu looked around and said, "What are you doing when you turn off the lights in my room?"

Ruyi turned his back to him and asked, "It's late at night, how many visitors Yun Zhongjun wants to receive?"

Feng Rugu was rarely choked.

Ruyi said this and turned around and left.

As soon as the door closed, Feng Rugu muttered in a low voice, "Die child". He held the table and was about to get up, but reached out to get the ointment, but saw something as small as it was pressed under the ointment.

...A piece of osmanthus crispy candy wrapped in plain silk.

Feng Rugu thought that this thing might not be left by the Lord of Guan Ershan.

Feng Rugu picked up the piece of candy and held it in his palm.

The aroma of the pastry reminded him of the distant past.

His little Hongchen likes sweets. When he is sick, he always buys a lot of expensive sweets to make his adopted son happy.

The child with a naturally indifferent expression obediently held the cakes and ate them bit by bit, and then looked at Feng Rugu with admiration.

In addition to comprehending the sword technique, Feng Rugu was really unstable. He was inevitably distracted when taking care of his children. He held a book in his hand and was so sore about the plot inside, while he was still enjoying reading it.

You Hongchen is quiet by nature, and he reads books by himself.

Feng Rugu claimed to be outstanding in appearance and looked very beautiful. He was not afraid that Xiao Hongchen would get tired of seeing himself, and he also showed him openly.

Soon, his little Hongchen became in a bad mood.

He stretched out his finger and gently pressed Feng Ruju's words down a few times, trying to attract the attention of his adoptive father, revealing a pair of bright eyes like ink from above the book.

Feng Rugu coughed lightly and continued to look down and read the book. He pretended to be missing, but he teased him with a glance, peeking at his child at one glance, and then he felt it became more interesting, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more deep.

Xiao Hongchen was so sleepy that he yawned. He carefully pulled one of his hands and stuffed his fingers with a little frosting into his palm. He imitated the sleeping position of the leopard cub, rubbed his fluffy and shiny head against Feng Rugu's knees and fell asleep.

After getting out of the memory, Feng Rugu held the candy and felt weak.

If you grow up, you should have known that sweets cannot relieve pain, but just comfort you.

However, for Feng Rugu, after the disaster ten years ago, he lost You Hongchen, lost Senior Brother Han, and lost Jing Sanchai, and his master's wife also ascended one after another. Although he got a senior brother who wholeheartedly protected him, he would rather treat him as usual, at least not let him realize that he is a useless person at all times.

After losing too much, this thing has been regained, familiar warmth and comfort, which is enough to support him in a good dream tonight.

He fully unfolded his handkerchief.

As the fragrance of osmanthus spread sweetly, Feng Rugu saw clearly two words carefully hidden at the bottom of the handkerchief, painted with spiritual power.

--"Feel sorry".

But before Feng Ruyuan could recall it carefully, the thread of spiritual power disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.

...It really fits the awkward style.

Feng Rugu picked up his handkerchief, wrapped the candy as it was, placed it on the side of the pillow, lying on the pillow, looking at the candy, the fragrance of osmanthus flowers floated at the end of his nose, thinking about his own thoughts.

On the other side, Ruyi returned to his room, and in his palm was the spiritual power he quickly retracted.

The word "sorry" floated in his palm, like two little ants, shaking their heads and tails to roar in his palms. Occasionally biting his palms, allowing him to experience the itchyness of his fingers connected to the heart.

He pinched the spiritual power and dispelled it all, but was still harassed by the remaining thoughts and became absent-minded.

That night, he went in and out of the room many times, and woke Haijing up long ago.

With the lights in the house, Hai Jing discovered that his uncle's face was covered with a thin redness.

...But the room is not very hot.

After Hai Jing entered the temple, he received education that he could not disturb his heart with external factors, but he had to admit that his junior uncle was extremely beautiful and was not as good as a monk. When his face turned red and his ears turned red, his face was full of spring, which added a bit more vivid than when he was cold as snow.

Hai Jing thought, he was probably angry.

So he sat up from the bed with a quilt rolled up and comforted him, "Uncle Master, don't think of that person anymore."

Ruyi didn't want to be touched by a junior. When she was shocked and embarrassed, she denied: "Why did I think of him?"

Hai Jing seemed a little angry: "He is not worthy of being hurt by the uncle."

Ruyi was a little unhappy: "You have no right to comment on whether he is worth it."

Hai Jing was stunned and raised his hand to scratch his light head like a green duck egg: "Uncle Dingyou, the little master, is a big evil man, just eliminate evil, you don't have to anger him or consume his mind."

As one: "…"

Hai Jing felt something was wrong, and opened her watery eyes and asked without knowing how to ask: "Who are you talking about by uncle?"

Ruyi looked very calm, sat down beside the couch, and took off her shoes with her back to Haijing: "No one."

Haijing: "Little..."

Such as: "Sleep."

Hai Jing began to suspect that the lamp was the function of the light, otherwise why did the back of the uncle's neck start to turn red?

He rubbed his eyes and lay down obediently, with a little doubt in his heart.

It was like breathing slightly, and when the face was not so hot, it turned over.

The two silver lamps in front of the main yard illuminate the yard.

He first felt a slight surge of spiritual power, and then, a clear shadow fell into the courtyard, and a familiar figure flashed through the half-closed window.

Like sit up from the bed.

The person who came was wearing Feng Ruyuan's face.
To be continued...