This past has been a few years.

Feng Rugu was twelve and three years old, he liked to travel to a realm called "Wild".

The "Wild" exiled all kinds of ferocious beasts and aliens from ancient times, as well as the extremely evil ghosts and demons, and demons. It is a good place to improve sword skills and practice sword trials.

Correspondingly, in this poor mountain and water place, there are also dangers and endless crises.

Xiaoyao Jun demarcated a land area for him, and only allowed him to wander around the land within the land to avoid danger.

No matter how much the master says it, whether he listens or not is Feng Rugu’s business.

He loves freedom very much and does not like being trapped in a single place the most.

Feng Ruyuan, who had already produced a golden elixir at the age of twelve, was even more arrogant and unrestrained than when he was eighteen. He took a white silk and wrote four large ink words "Life and Death" on it, tied it around his waist, wandering around his wilderness, not knowing that the sky is high and the earth is thick.

After he ran rampant with such unscrupulousness for a while, he overturned the ship unexpectedly.

One day, Feng Ruyuan entered the wilderness as usual and walked into a deep forest. He felt something strange behind him. When he looked back, he saw that the green stars were dormant in the darkness, like fireflies, floating and extinct, and the scene was very peaceful and quiet.

However, the fishy and evil atmosphere that came to his face instantly made Feng Rugu burst out with white hair sweat!

He did not dare to delay, and immediately pulled out his sword with his left hand. The sword was like lightning, and a snow-white sword energy was swept open. After clearing out a path, he gritted his teeth and ran out.

Sure enough, as soon as he moved, the undetermined green flush showed his true appearance.

A sharp and agile figure emerged from the slanting thorn. Feng Rugu's mind turned sharply and raised his sword to block it. He heard a clanging sound, and something bit his sword hard. Feng Rugu felt that his wrist was shaken, and the sword fell off his hand!

Demon wolf, group of demon wolf, jumped out one after another from the dark night, chasing Feng Ruyuan!

The hair of this evil thing is like a steel brush, with its roots standing upside down, and it can comb the flesh and blood of people. It has always been in groups, with a tacit understanding and is extremely difficult to deal with. Even Chang Boning, who is one of the first-line higher than his cultivation, would only choose to retreat here and refuse to touch such bad luck.

Although life and death have life, Feng Rugu did not intend to accept this fate when he was in the juncture of life and death.

Before he could pick up the sword, he pulled his foot and ran towards the exit of the Wild Gate.

Without the sword, he could no longer control the sword, and his cultivation level was not as good as being able to move by the wind, so his speed of travel was greatly hindered.

On the way, Feng Rugu desperately recalled the mantra of the technique of shrinking the ground, but failed for a moment.

After escaping from the dense forest, there was a vast desert with gloomy winds. At dusk, the desolate smoke was born, and the upper and lower parts were yellow, forming a world.

Feng Rugu didn't want to appreciate such a magnificent scenery. After all, the wolves behind him were already crazy and wanted to divide him up, but they chased him out of the forest and bit behind him for a while.

Feng Rugu ran all the way, focusing on the situation behind him, turned his head and found that there were two bluestone monuments not far from him, just like a totem that grew freely from the thousands of miles of desert.

These pair of sad tombs fell side by side in the northwest of the desert, as if they had stood here since ancient times, enjoying the long days of the wilderness together.

Feng Rugu accidentally disturbed the person who left, raised his sleeves and shook a sword energy behind him.

Unfortunately, his sword finger had not reached the point of cultivation, and when he pointed his finger, he only slapped the wolf's sharpness and stopped it from moving forward for a moment.

Due to this provocation, the head wolf burst into cold light. He shook his head, and several thin needle-like wolves rubbed Feng Rugu's head and face, rubbing past, and scratching a little blood on his neck.

Feng Rugu was secretly complaining in his heart, and was about to rush forward when an adventure suddenly appeared.

From a tomb on the left side of the tomb, a cold voice suddenly came: "'I wear the true talisman, and I will use all spirits to ascend to the three realms to Hedi City. Hurry up and follow the law'."

Feng Rugu stopped and thought he had heard it.

But the sound came from the tomb with certainty.

Because the person in the tomb quickly spoke again: "If you don't want to die, recite according to this trick, add spiritual power to your fingertips, and draw the formation. Gan one Xun five, Zhen four Kun eight..."

Feng Rugu was so anxious that he didn't bother to think about why this person helped him, and why he just spoke but didn't work hard. He just obediently followed what he said and quickly drew the array talisman in the air.

As soon as the formation talisman is formed, the golden light scatters, like a waterfall flowing backwards in the sky, directly scattering on the ground.

When the drawing was completed, Feng Rugu still vaguely remembered that this formation seemed to be called the "Spirit of All Spirits" or "Spirit of All Spirits".

There has always been no shortage of unjust souls in the wilderness, not to mention that Feng Rugu was in such a crisis of death, his spiritual power was used without reservation, and the effect was also significant. In an instant, more than a dozen pairs of gloomy bone hands broke out of the ground. After smelling the rotten vitality, they became even more crazy, arched out of the wasteland and strangled with the demon wolf.

Feng Rugu was a man who used a curse and would not be harmed by the corpse spirit he summoned. He hid behind the tombstone, looked at the scene of murder in front of him, and secretly reflected on his various shortcomings he showed in this close combat.

After he finished reflecting, the war was coming to an end.

The demon wolf found that these corpse spirits did not know the pain and did not want to cause any more damage. So he snatched away a few bones with carrion, leaving behind a corpse of companion who had been pulled to pieces. He turned around and escaped into the dense forest again with dissatisfaction.

Feng Rugu slapped the hanging talisman in the air with his palm. Those evil bones that were curiously picking up the broken claws of the demon wolf lost their spiritual power and scattered all over the ground, making it hard to bear the stench.

Feng Rugu looked at the tombstone he was holding and quietly penetrated into the soil with his spiritual power. By trying it out, he concluded that there was no fairy spirit in the tomb.

The speaker is neither an immortal nor a demon, neither a ghost nor a demon, but he is buried under this wild yellow earth, just like a strange man who has jumped out of the six realms of reincarnation.

I don’t know whether it was the storm that smoothed his inscription or the erected person who was unwilling to leave his information, but the tombstone was empty, and I don’t know what happened before and after this life, even his name was hidden, which cannot be verified.

Feng Rugu has always been a big heart, and after a few breaths, his horror was calmed down.

He lifted his robe and knelt on one knee in front of the grave: "Thank you, my kindness... for helping me, senior."

The senior in the tomb is obviously a taciturn person, unable to speak a word, just let it go with a "hmm" sound.

Feng Rugu opened his eyes from his arms, tilted his head slightly: "Senior, why did you save me?"

The man in the tomb pondered for a moment and asked him back, "...the man from Fengling?"

Feng Rugu was surprised, and thought that the sword finger he had used just now was indeed Fengling's sword technique, so he answered obediently: "Yes."

The man in the tomb asked again: "Is sword technique what we have learned?"

"Xingzhi" is the secular name of Master Xiaoyaojun.

Feng Rugu lowered his head, and all kinds of guesses of love, hate and affection flashed in his heart: "Yes."

The man in the tomb said, "Then you will save the right person."

After that, he stopped saying a word.

The grave was silent, as if it had been so quiet from the beginning, so quiet that it was suspicious. The fierce battle, dialogue and talismans just now were just a dream.

Feng Rugu buried the body that he awakened was revived, and worshiped incense several times. He thanked for the crime of shocking the corpse, and then lit a little bit of his belongings, put a Buddha's hand filled with strange fragrance in front of his grave, and bowed devoutly.

From then on, whenever he went to the wilderness to experience the experience, he would definitely bring some fruits and fruits to worship his benefactor.

But the man in the tomb never spoke to him again.

Feng Rugu didn't know whether he had left this place or had been living in the tomb.

If it were the latter, how long will he listen to the wind and dripping sounds in the desert?

After the master ascended, Feng Rugu was sealed with all his spiritual veins and stopped visiting him. He only sighed when he occasionally remembered him.

Even he himself did not expect that such a person who did not practice formation would remember the mantra of the Serving All Spirits so clearly.

...

Since the senior brother asked, Feng Rugu told Chang Boning about this past event.

Chang Boning listened very carefully, as if he wanted to remember every word Feng Ruju and hide it in his heart.

His serious look made Feng Rugu amused: "Senior brother, we are just chatting, don't you have to do it like listening to classes and training, right?"

Chang Boning said: "We haven't talked like this for a long time."

Feng Rugu made fun of him: "How long has it been since I left the mountain?"

Chang Boning lowered his eyebrows slightly: "For more than ten years, you only talk about things related to... that person. You have never mentioned a lot of your own affairs to me."

Feng Rugu was stunned and then laughed: "Senior brother, senior brother, why do you have a lot of thoughts about children?"

Chang Boning was so happy that he couldn't help but want to see him smile. He couldn't tell what strange thoughts he was, so he had to look at him red with a red face and focus on him.

Feng Rugu did not doubt that he had him, and he hooked up with one arm on Chang Boning's shoulder: "My good senior brother, when everything is over, I will sleep with you, talk to you all night, and tell you all my thoughts, okay?"

Chang Boning nodded and held the blood-filled jade bottle in his palm: "As usual, you can rest here, I'll do it."

Feng Rugu raised his eyebrows: "Senior brother, this is my revenge."

"Your hatred is mine," Chang Boning frowned, "As usual, you must not use your spiritual power, just leave everything to me."

Feng Rugu's hand on Chang Boning's shoulder tightened.

He inevitably thought that there were two and a half flowers blooming on him.

When he was in Jianchuan, the reason why he concealed the flower blossoming was because he didn't want to persist like this anymore.

If the senior brother hadn't visited suddenly, if Ruyi hadn't hit the monster, Feng Rugu would have already broken through Qihua without any scruples and fell into the devil's path.

The person in the tomb he met must have fallen into a mess and was unable to survive, so he would imprison himself in one place for the rest of his life.

But he is not a person in the tomb, he is Feng Ruyuan!

When he was imprisoned by Dingyou, there were still mountains, rivers, and high banks and deep valleys in his chest.

After being rescued by his master and others, he was left with only a lonely and deep still water.

For ten years, shackles have been put on him, and one of them is called Chang Boning.

The senior brother completely sealed his freedom with the seven-flowered seal.

And now, Tang Daoke wants to smash the lock for him.

Even if you fall into the trap of Tang swordsman and fall into his trap, so what?

It was just to make the senior brother sad, but to make his years of hard work to protect himself in vain. It was just to make the Fengling Master Sect be ashamed and bear the crime of hiding the devil.

Thousands of vicious words surged on the tip of his tongue, rushing to come out in a hurry.

"…Then will I be like this for the rest of my life?"

"Senior brother, do you know that you are my lock. I really want to smash this lock."

"I don't have to worry about it. I have grown up long ago. I can go wherever I like, and be what kind of person I like."

However, when the words came to his mouth, they eventually turned into a lazy and coquettish act.
Chapter completed!