Chang Boning tried hard to imitate Feng Rugu's smile, but gave the sword-holding ceremony that Feng Rugu would never have: "Well, Ye'an."

...To be honest, it's a bit crappy.

Seeing the young disciple opposite him looking at him without saying a word, Chang Boning forced himself to calm down and took two steps to him: "Why are you still not sleeping so late?"

"Forgot to fertilize the flowers and trees during the day." The disciple responded smoothly, "I can't sleep at night, so I came out to loosen the soil for the flowers and trees."

He is not a lie either.

The half-corrupt corpse of a demon disciple was originally easy to be a flowery man.

When Chang Boning heard about planting flowers and grass, he felt itchy and wanted to talk to him for a few more words. When he thought about the serious matter, he had to suppress his selfishness and apologize to the person in front of him in his heart. He pointed to the horizon and tried to adjust his attention: "Look at that side."

Unexpectedly, the disciple did not fall into his trap and looked at him.

After a while, he smiled with his hands behind his back.

His eyebrows and eyes are bright and his temperament is like the sparse snow under the moon.

Duanrong Jun was embarrassed by his smile. He didn't know whether to hold up or put down his raised hand, but his face was covered with a thin blush.

He gritted his teeth and resisted stubbornly: "There is something over there. Really, look."

Fortunately, the disciple did not continue to make things difficult for him.

He turned his head and looked at the full moon in the sky, exposing all his weaknesses to Chang Boning in an instant.

He replied, "Yes. The moonlight is so beautiful tonight."

Chang Boning dared not miss this opportunity again.

The bladeless edge turned into a rhododendron wind and swept across the disciple's spiritual orifice.

The young man's body shook and fell silently to one side.

Chang Boning held the hilt of the sword and snatched it forward. Before the man fell to the ground, he held his waist in his arms.

Holding this person, Chang Boning looked confused for a moment.

He had a strange feeling:

This disciple clearly knew that his visitor was not good.

Indeed, some people will get up to take care of their flowers and plants when they have insomnia at night, but not many people will come here for a walk in the middle of the night with their swords neatly worn, let alone the current "Feng Ruyuan", who should have been imprisoned by the gates, so how could they sway everywhere?

His whereabouts are so strange that he is willing to leave the empty door to him?

If I was really crazy, what if I wanted to kill him?

...Will he give up his life like this?

Chang Boning thought about the words he had sincerely admired, "The moonlight is so beautiful" and looked up at the moon.

I saw that the ice wheel was hanging high in the heart of the sky, which was really beautiful.

When his eyes fell back to the young disciple, Chang Boning couldn't tell what he felt in his heart, and he had no time to taste the taste.

He has something to do.

Chang Boning slowly lowered the man's stiff body to the spot, took out a jade bottle for blood from his pocket, a needle, and said "sorry", took his hand and took a drop of blood from his right fingertips.

After confirming the identity of his disciple, Chang Boning breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that he was restless and drowsy, he felt guilty again. He could not help but get distracted. He made a mistake and accidentally stabbed his finger.

A round blood drop fell from his fingertips and fell on the disciple's cheek.

Chang Boning felt rude and hurriedly wiped it with the back of his hand.

Who would have thought that when the blood was wiped away on the disciple's face, a light red trace was cut, and a faint and unexplained appearance appeared.

Chang Boning's face turned red and was about to cleanse his face for others when he saw a group of night patrol disciples carrying lanterns coming in this direction.

He was still busy dealing with a man and was trying to deal with a group of people, which was simply a matter of life. So he hugged the man, retreated in the opposite direction, and picked up a bunch of tall trees with thick green shade and hid it.

The two sat on the same branch. Chang Boning held the man from behind and asked him to sit on his lap, and gently wiped his cheeks from behind.

After the group of night patrol disciples left, he hugged the man and landed gracefully.

Chang Boning placed the man flat on the ground, tore off a piece of his plaque, folded it into the shape of a small pillow, and put it under his head, so as not to get too cold in the grass and cause him to suffer from the wind.

After doing all this, Chang Boning held the handkerchief and ran away with guilt.

After Chang Boning's figure completely disappeared into the night, the person lying on the ground breathed a sigh of relief and slowly opened his eyes.

I have to say that Chang Boning is really easy to see through.

Even the method of pinning acupoints and sealing the air is full of a straightforward and stupid air, which has not changed for so many years, so it is really not difficult to avoid it.

Fortunately, apart from dealing with the corpse of the demon disciple he killed, Tang swordsman Han Jing had no other plans tonight.

He returned to the corpse hidden place, lowered his head, and used his spiritual power to dismantle the body of the semi-rotten disciple of the Demonic Taoist without expression until he completely merged with the earth and turned into a flowery fat.

The blood splattered on Han Jing's face, which had just been wiped clean by a handkerchief, covering up the remaining fragrance of azaleas.

After finishing the work, Han Jing went to the mountain stream to wash his hair, and prepared the dirty body in an orderly manner. He walked back to the position where he had just been laid down by Chang Boning. He lay on the ground and looked up at the sky in his original posture.

After walking out of the "Legend of World", Han Jing never really had a moment of rest.

He has been walking and stopping in the world, thinking about his thoughts and layout. He stares at everything, but nothing can stay in his eyes.

In his eyes, grass mustard is exactly the same as the sun, without any difference.

Only Chang Boning is a clean and unique moon.

Tonight, I met Chang Boning, and he finally wanted to give him a good reward.

Many years ago, he, Feng Rugu and Jing Sanchai, took more than a hundred disciples in the "remaining world" and were chased by the demons and hid in Tibet one night, and he also saw such a good moon.

That night, Han Jing and Feng Rugu finally found a hiding place.

The disciples were so tired that they fell asleep one by one.

Three young order officials cannot sleep.

They took on the duty of vigilance, lying on the desolate and bleak cliff, under the thousands of moonlight that surrounds the wilderness, chatting in a row.

On the banks of Qiaoji Mountain, the east wind is faint, and the mist is as gentle as a light fur, and it is turning around the mountain, and Tathagata's clouds are magnificent.

Jing Sanchai was injured and was in poor spirits. She was surrounded by the two of them and was dozing off in a depressed manner.

Feng Rugu was awake, and Wangyue came out of consciousness for a while, turned his head and called him: "Senior Brother Han, Senior Brother Han. Are you asleep?"

Han Jing replied: "Not yet, is there anything wrong?"

"I have something to tell you." Feng Rugu said, "If I die..."

"As usual, don't say such words." Han Jing frowned, "If you die, Boning will die of sadness."

Feng Rugu ignored it: "If I don't die, I don't have to bother Senior Brother Han. Aren't we talking about something that is in case?"

Han Jing pursed his lips: "You said that."

"...If I die, please help me find a man named You Hongchen. Tell him that I accidentally attained enlightenment and ascended to find my master. If he wants to see me, he will practice hard and go to the Three Thousand Worlds to find me."

Han Jing lowered his eyebrows and chuckled: "That person must be someone who is very important to the same."

"No, it's me that's very important to him." Feng Rugu crossed his legs, "so I try not to die."

Han Jing comforted him: "Senior Brother Han won't let you get into trouble."

Feng Rugu looked at him: "Senior Brother Han, where are you?"

Han Jing: "Hmm?"

Feng Rugu: "After this great disaster, if you can go out properly, does Senior Brother Han have anything to do?"

Han Jing: "I don't know what I want to do."

Feng Rugu smirked: "If we can all go out alive, in order to celebrate, Senior Brother Han might as well make clear his feelings with Senior Brother."

Han Jing suddenly blushed: "As usual! Don't talk nonsense!"

"Why is nonsense?" Feng Rugu said with a reasonable and reasonable point of view, "I have been waiting for you to drink the wedding banquet for you two. I just don't know if you will move to Fengling Mountain to plant bamboos, or will my senior brother marry to Danyang Peak to plant flowers..."

But Han Jing said: "It's not time yet."

Feng Rugu instigated: "Don't, Senior Brother Han, when my senior brother gets enlightened, the rotten wood can bloom. Listen to me, cook the raw rice first, that's right."

Han Jing couldn't laugh and cry: "I'm not waiting for him, but for myself."

Feng Rugu raised his eyebrows and was very confused.

Han Jing laughed silently.

Feng Rugu is very kind and even in love with the world, but he still doesn't know the age of love.

At this age, he only knows to move forward and feels that if he likes someone, he should ask "You are willing to marry me." If he doesn't want to, he just let go; if he wants to, he can easily make promises for generations.

Han Jing has his own ideas.

He said: "Boning is the moon. I don't want to just look at his reflection in the water, nor do I want to stand in place and wait for him to come to me. I want to take a ladder and walk towards him step by step until I am with him the moonlight."

Han Jing thought that Feng Rugu might not be able to understand his meaning.

Sure enough, Feng Rugu hesitated.
To be continued...