After handing Feng Rugu to Chang Boning to take care of him, Luo Fuchun and Sang Luojiu went to prepare medicines and refreshments for health care.

The pills refined by Jianchuan are also considered a masterpiece. When Luo Fuchun was trying to ask Xiaotong for more pills, he kept holding the medicinal food. Sang Luojiu, who was following him, pulled the corner of his clothes.

He whispered: "Senior Brother?"

Luo Fuchun looked back and was shocked to find that in the glass cup on Sang Luojiu's hand, the medicine liquid spread out in a corrugated shape, like a giant walking around nearby, shaking the water surface.

All the disciples left in Jianchuan all went out of the door and looked up at the sky, all of whom were stunned.

Two sword intents of the sky entanglement entanglements from the Sichuan Zhongke Pavilion and rises straight to Haokong.

In the vastness of the Qingming, one sword intent is like a long whale's white teeth, which is like a collapsed snow-capped mountain; the other sword is like a dialect roaring the sky, which is like a cloud, mountain and sea tower, entangled with each other, occasionally collides with each other, and splashes a piece of broken snow foam, but in just a moment, the long whale still leaps, Diting raises its hooves. For a moment, the surrounding water boils, and half rises up to the sky, turning into a vast spiritual mist, like silk and thread, spinning around the sword intent, as if the Yellow River falls into the sky, and the sky is flowing water.

A disciple of Qingshuang Sect hurried to find Yan Wufu: "The matter is in charge... This is so good, how did the two distinguished guests fight?"

Yan Wufu held a sword with a stick in his hand, and his expression was peaceful: "Boy, please shout, open your eyes. How can this fight?"

Facing the shocked face of the disciple, he knocked on the ground with a crutch: "...it's just an ordinary sword test."

When Luo Fuchun and Sang Luojiu arrived after hearing the sound, Ruyi and Chang Boning had already tried their swords.

Chang Boning's cultivation was only one step away from the realm of returning to the void, but what he unexpectedly expected was that the cultivation level of the sword alone could be evenly matched with Chang Boning.

The illusion of the Chang Whale and Di Ting disappeared, but the flowers and leaves flew and fell, and the ghosts disappeared, but the Xiang bamboo leaves were stirred by the remaining sword wind, floating in the air, refusing to fall.

Just like when you put the sword in the sheath, the monk's robe was blown by the wind holding the bamboo leaves, and a corner was vaguely missing from the lapel.

He said respectfully: "Entertainment Father, is this the stairs sword technique?"

When his adoptive father practiced swords, he never told Ruyi what the sword technique he used was called.

Chang Boning put away his sword and turned around, bowed slightly, and his belt flew with the wind, which was quite interesting to the fairy style. However, the end of the belt was also cut off by the "semi-life appearance": "No great success."

When Luo Fuchun heard this, he couldn't help but feel regretful.

He had been in the mountains for many years, but he had never seen his master's swordsman, let alone Guixu swordsmanship.

These two young men from the Taoist sword world have abandoned their swords since the disaster ten years ago. One is addicted to growing flowers, and the other is lazy all day long.

The two masters of swordsmanship were once so pure, but now they are gone and their style is hard to see.

Whenever I think about this, Luo Fuchun is curious about what happened in the past that made a group of people change their minds to this point?

However, Sang Luojiu's competition with the two was not as enthusiastic as Luo Fuchun.

He held a jade bottle of health pills he had been asked for, looked to one side and murmured: "...Master."

Ruyi and Chang Boning turned their heads at the same time.

I saw Feng Rugu put on his clothes at some point, kneeling on the side of the window, putting his arms beside the window, and slid his head and smiling as he watched the two of them discuss.

Ruyi was awake and thought about the fighting spirit that he had to forcefully suppress when he was trying his sword with his adopted father, and he became more and more unable to understand where his vague hostility towards his adopted father came from.

After taking a look at Feng Rugu, Ruyi suddenly felt a sudden sensation in her heart, as if she was about to come up with an answer.

But he instinctively felt that he should avoid that answer.

So he immediately staggered his sight and pretended to disappear.

When Chang Boning saw Feng Rugu get up, he hurriedly stepped forward a few steps, rushed to the window, blocked him, and said angrily: "Are you afraid of being exposed to the wind?"

As he said that, he carefully picked up half of the bamboo leaves falling from Feng Rugu's hair for Feng Rugu.

This bamboo leaf was cut off by him, and the sword energy of the Tangdi sword remained on it.

Feng Rugu raised his face and smiled, "Senior brother and Xiao Hongchen were fighting so lively outside, but he was thinking about not showing it to Rugu, and he was really stingy."

Chang Boning had no choice but to push him through the window and hug him halfway through the window, like holding a cat trying to escape from the window and play: "You."

Seeing that the two of them were familiar with each move, they were so painful and bitter in their mouths. The double loss made him only use force to hold the hilt of the sword without saying a word.

... "No great success"?

The adoptive father ten years ago never said such things.

He is young and has great talent. The word "self-hum" has never been written for people like him.

His adoptive father is an immortal Yunbiao and a romantic figure of "Tianshi's Delivery and Kuangma". His favorite is to boast about his own sword skills, relying on his sword skills, and being crazy and unbearable.

"If you talk about the qualifications of the sword, after my master, I will be me."

"What is the sky high and the earth thick?"

"I am the sky beyond the sky, the peak of the highest point."

This is crazy words, wine talk, but it is also the truth.

If you think about it, will the ten-year master of Fengling destroy his character?

As for another layer of loss, if you don’t know where it originated, you just ignore it for the time being.

But until he walked to the secluded place, he could not detect it. He couldn't help but raise his hand and repeatedly stroke the lips that Feng Rugu had kissed. He felt that the place was hot and sweet.

He ordered Luo Fuchun and Sang Luojiu to go and get cold water. In order to Feng Ruguyu to apply his forehead, Chang Boning entered the room, closed the door, and then confirmed from the half-open window that Ruyi had left. He breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest, looking very nervous.

...He is not good at lying.

Feng Rugu, who was wrapped in the quilt, lazily praised: "Senior Brother is good at swordsmanship."

"If you ask me to hide it from him, I will hide it." Chang Boning sat down on the side of the bed, his cheeks flushed slightly, "Fortunately, Tasha, Guixu, the sword of Tasha has the same origin, and the true appearance of Tasha's sword technique has never appeared in the world. I have seen you dance the Guixu sword technique again... Did you learn it just now and have six points?"

"Senior brother, it's not good to be too Qian." Feng Rugu was also a little curious, "Senior brother, how did you learn Guixu Sword Technique so similar?"

"As I looked at it, I thought about it, it was like it." Chang Boning also showed a little gentle and helpless distress, and wanted to touch the small mole on Feng Rugu's nose. As soon as his fingertips came out of his sleeve, he felt that Yu Li was not in line, so he immediately retracted his hand, "...I don't know why."

As he said that, Chang Boning was worried again and asked, "Does it really look similar?"

Feng Rugu: "Eight Fen."

Chang Boning: "That's not enough."

"Five minutes of appearance is enough." Feng Rugu put his chin on the back of his hand and closed his eyes and said with ease, "Little Hongchen dislikes me and does not want me to be his adoptive father. Just a little evidence is enough to convince him."

"Nonsense." Chang Boning sorted out his hair and said softly, "I don't think he hates you. Maybe he is just a tough guy and doesn't know how to say what he is thinking."

Feng Rugu joked about him: "The world in the eyes of senior brother is really simple, there is not even a bad person."

When Chang Boning heard his tone, he realized that he was extremely tired and needed a rest urgently.

After coming out for so long, Feng Rugu almost never rested.

Chang Boning softly coaxed Feng Rugu to fall asleep. In his words, he was half comforting and half serious: "All the bad guys have been killed by his senior brother. Let's sleep peacefully."

Feng Rugu said twice: "If Duan Rongjun's words are heard, they will definitely be shocked to fall off."

Chang Boning patted his shoulder: "Senior brother rarely goes out, so I don't care what others see me. For the senior brother, it's the same as before. There is only one in the world. You think others don't like you because they don't know how good you are when you look at you from my eyes."

Hearing this, Feng Rugu smiled softly, and his hand hidden under the quilt slowly slid across his waist. A trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes. Finally, he pursed his lips and showed a heartless smile, saying, "Senior Brother, I'll say something, don't be angry. Actually, I..."

"…Is Yun Zhongjun here?"

Outside the door, Hai Jing's timid voice interrupted Feng Rugu's words.

If his disciple disturbs him at this time, Feng Rugu would probably throw it away with the word "get out".

But since he was Ruyi's junior nephew, Feng Rugu's attitude became much gentler: "I'm still breathing."

Hai Jing pushed the door and first bowed to Chang Boning: "Duanrongjun." He said, "Your Majesty in Yunzhong, someone outside Jianchuan is asking for a visit."

Chang Boning deliberately stopped him: "If you are not physically convenient, even if you have something to see, you have to go inside and meet him."

"Maybe some inconvenience..." Hai Jing looked embarrassed, and after he stopped talking, he took out something wrapped in a handkerchief from his arms and handed it to Feng Rugu: "You can tell who it is when you look at this."

...That was the test jade that Feng Rugu gave to Sansi a few days ago.

Is it the 34th century?

Seeing Feng Rugu saw the token, he was about to go to the ground. Chang Boning wanted to stop him: "Your health has not improved, you are still having a fever, so don't move."

Feng Rugu said: "After taking the medicine, you will feel better. Senior brother, don't have to come with me. Ask Fuchun and others to make a tea for you to moisten your throat. Although it is cold, making tea is awesome."

"But you..."

Feng Rugu got up and dressed: "I am not a mortal. I am Yun Zhongjun. But after the cold water falls, I have a fever and bedridden, making people laugh at me... Senior brother, where is my belt?"

Chang Boning took his ethereal belt and tied it on him: "But you are no longer the same as before..."

"Senior Brother." Feng Rugu interrupted Chang Boning's words about to be said, "I must be."

"Ru Yuan!" Chang Boning was anxious and heartbroken. The belt on his hand couldn't help but tighten, and he stretched Feng Ru Yuan's already thin waistline forward. "Are you so unwilling to care about yourself? How long will you be so crazy?"

Feng Rugu tied up his long hair high and looked for the hairband everywhere. Hearing this, he put his hands on his hair, thought for a moment, and said, "Of course he's crazy to death."

Chang Boning turned his head and felt sorry for him.

A person's life is like a tree of flowers. Everyone hopes for its beautiful life, but they do not allow it to fall with the wind and fall and fall and die.

If it is a hero, it is best to be a hero for a lifetime; if it is a beauty, it is best to die early.

Feng Ruyuan was young and talented, and many people were jealous and envious of him. Now that he fell into the mortal world, his spiritual power was sealed in his body, almost like a useless person.

If this news is learned by people in the Taoist sect, there are those who feel sorry for it, and those who are gloating will not be lacking.

And as before, countless enemies who had formed in the devil's way in the past will definitely come like flies.
To be continued...