When Sang Luojiu left, he was wearing a white glass and holding Wu hook in his hand, which looked like a good boy.

When he returned the next night, he was covered in sword wounds, blood-tearing in white clothes. When he was taken back, he could only breathe in and no longer breathe.

The person who brought him back was Jing Sanchai.

He came to the second yard where Feng Rugu lived, and his energy sinks into his dantian, shouting loudly: "Come on a living person!"

With this voice, he shouted the lanterns in the yard one by one.

...

Chang Boning had already gone to the Feng Shui land selected in Meihua Town to form a formation, but it was evil, as if one was there to help, so neither of them was in the yard.

When Feng Rugu heard the sound, Luo Fuchun was already busy laying the seriously injured Sang Luojiu flat on the bed.

The faint warm fragrance that Sang Luojiu left on this bed because of his scheming was covered by the strong bloody smell that filled his hair.

"Junior brother, junior brother, Luo Jiu..." Luo Fuchun tried hard to put on a smile and said in tears, "I'm not afraid, we're going home!"

Sang Luojiu coughed twice, and his long eyelashes soaked in blood were like a pair of dying red butterfly wings. He moved twice and opened a gap slightly: "Teacher..."

Luo Fuchun was overjoyed: "It's me, I'm here!"

Sang Luojiu: "…father…”

Luo Fuchun: "…"

Feng Rugu reached out to caress Sang Luojiu's scattered hair: "Well, I'm here."

The hair is tide and hot.

Sang Luojiu swallowed blood while pronounced: "He, they... want to grab... talisman paper."

Luo Fuchun's lips turned pale with heartache: "If you don't talk about this, just grab it, if you don't have it, then you won't have it. I should go with you no matter what..."

Feng Rugu interrupted Luo Fuchun's incoherence and leaned over to ask: "Has the talisman paper been stolen by them?"

Sang Luojiu was panting and pointed at his chest.

...When he drew his sword and vowed to kill each other, Sang Luojiu held a secret bag in his hand.

The evildoers naturally stared at the tips in his hands.

They would not have thought that Sang Luo had fought for a long time to protect his life was an empty treasure.

The true righteousness of heaven and earth is placed in Sang Luojiu's arms. Just pull his front siding and it will float out.

But Sang Luojiu was too seriously injured and could not say anything.

Fortunately, Feng Rugu understood what he meant, reached into his arms, and took out six complete talismans that were soaked in half of the face with blood.

After removing the burden of these six pieces of paper, Sang Luojiu smiled slightly, blinked slowly twice before he tried to point his finger at Luo Fuchun.

Luo Fuchun hurriedly reached out and held Sang Luojiu's hand.

Luo Fuchun’s first reaction was that it was so cold and soft.

When tears were about to fall, he quickly wiped the tears with his shoulders.

Sang Luojiu looked at him quietly.

The blood-stained tail fingertips slowly moved in Luo Fuchun's palm.

Luo Fuchun immediately didn't even dare to breathe, holding his breath, lowering his head and waiting quietly.

There is only one junior brother left in his whole world.

And his junior brother painted in his palm.

After a long time, Sang Luojiu completed a painting in his palm.

——A small, crooked heart.

Luo Fuchun felt that his heart was about to be shattered by this little heart, and he almost couldn't breathe, so he just kept murmuring: "Master, hurry------------"

Feng Rugu first ordered Luo Fuchun: "Unlock his clothes and adjust his breath for him."

Then, he asked Jing Sanchai: "What's going on?"

"Today...ah, it's midnight now. That was yesterday morning. I took on a business. Someone paid a hundred gold and asked me to set off immediately to pick up someone in Shouyang Mountain." Jing Sanchao was also quite incredible about the bizarre encounter this day. "He didn't tell me who should be picked up, nor did he tell me the specific time. He just said that when I arrived at Shouyang Mountain, he knew who should be picked up."

Feng Rugu nodded, as if thinking.

"I didn't want to go, but this hundred gold is not a small amount. Who would have thought that as soon as I arrived at Shouyang Mountain, I saw Luo Jiu seriously injured and still fighting with others, so I saved him. Those injured bastards ran faster than the other. If they hadn't seen your little apprentice being seriously injured and could not be delayed, I would have arrested one or two for interrogation. I originally wanted to bring Luo Jiu back to Fengling, but he insisted on coming back to Meihua Town. There was no way, so I would take him back."

Feng Rugu: "Who asked you to pick someone up?"

"One..." Jing Sanchai tried hard to recall his appearance, but eventually ended in failure, "...a very ordinary person."

“No feature?”

"He is a Taoist, and his clothes are simple, and there is nothing special." Jing Sanchai thought about it carefully and added a little detail, "... Only a cloud-patterned hat was worn on the hat."

Feng Rugu: "Where are those who have hurt Luo Jiu? Can you see who they are?"

Jing Sanchai was about to answer, but Luo Fuchun could not wait. While unbuttoning Sang Luojiu's underwear that was soaked in blood, he changed his tone and called him: "Master, Master! Come and see Luojiu!"

Sang Luojiu, who was not skilled in swordsmanship, fought with people who were several times more than him. He added dozens of sword wounds to his body, lost too much blood and was in severe injuries.

Luo Fuchun's spiritual power was injected into it, and it was useless, just like blowing a ball that would leak.

Sang Luojiu now needs more powerful spiritual power injection.

It is powerful enough to make up for the loss of his spiritual power and can promote the healing of the wounds that Sang Luojiu's bleeding.

However, Feng Rugu, who was highly expected by Luo Fuchun, stood there without moving.

Luo Fuchun was already begging: "Master! Luo can't wait for a long time!"

Feng Rugu's expression was dark, and he raised his hand to hold Jing Sanchai's shoulder and looked at Sang Luojiu.

He called his name: "...Sanhuahua."

Jing Sanchai, who had already raised his sleeves, tilted his head in confusion: "Hmm?"

For some reason, Feng Rugu's voice was a little awkward: "You go, go."

Luo Fuchun's hand that unbuttoned Sang Luojiu suddenly stopped, raised his eyes like a devilish and stared at a black wooden scar on the bed railing.

This was the first time he had understood Feng Rugu's intention so accurately and quickly.

Jing Sanchai didn't understand yet: "What are you going?"

Feng Rugu looked at Sang Luojiu again: "Go."

Jing Sanchai finally understood and said in surprise: "Why?"

Feng Rugu looked at him deeply.

Even though Jing Sanchai was still puzzled by his friends for many years, he did not ask more questions.

He put down his hand and said, "...yes. I understand."

Who would have thought that as soon as Jing Sanchai took a step towards Sang Luojiu, she was stopped by Luo Fuchun who suddenly stood up.

Luo Fuchun did not look at Jing Sanchai, but only stared at Feng Rugu's silhouette: "...Master."

Feng Rugu refused to respond and did not move. His eyes were still looking at the direction where Jing Sanchai had just stood, and his fingers dyed with Sang Luojiu's blood curled up a little, as if he wanted to catch something that he couldn't catch at all.

Luo Fuchun's expression seemed to be sleepwalking, murmured without any sorrow or joy: "...Master."

"Sanhua, you can save Luo Jiu." Feng Rugu turned around, "I have something to do, go out."

When Jing Sanchai saw the two masters and disciples' tense appearance, she had a headache. She put one hand on Luo Fuchun's shoulder and patted him comfortably. Then she squeezed him away, sat down next to Sang Luojiu, and touched his pulse.

Luo Fuchun's tall figure shook under the light.

Perhaps it was the light, or perhaps the gradually cooled heart in his chest, which made him look thinner quickly.

"Master." Luo Fuchun said with a voice, "We... Luo Jiu and I are not worthy of being loved by you?"

Feng Rugu stopped and looked at the eternal light on the table.

The lights were too light, burning his eyes so hard that they stinged.

"You are a genius and a pride of heaven. What you did when you were eighteen years old, Luo Jiu and I might not be able to do even when we were eighteen..." Luo Fuchun's face was pale, "Luo Jiu often said that people like Master will always have some different things than ordinary people. I don't believe it very much. Now I believe that your different things than ordinary people are that you only love yourself. No one of me or Luo Jiu is worthy of your love."

Feng Rugu did not make any defense.

Luo Fuchun laughed terrified: "Master, since you don't love anyone, why should you accept disciples?"

He said in a vicious tone he had never had before, "...you should be alone for the rest of your life."

Jing Sanchai didn't have the idle intention to persuade him to fight, and he only had a headache. Why did Senior Brother Chang not beside him when he was tricky: "Fuchun, don't say that to your master."

Luo Fuchun ignored the deaf ears and stared at Feng Rugu, waiting for him to defend himself, waiting for him to turn around, even if he scolded himself.

But Feng Rugu just stopped for a while and went out without looking back.

Luo Fuchun sniffed, wiped away his tears quickly, turned around and squatted down beside Sang Luojiu, and held his hand hanging from the edge of the bed.

After the blazing heart fire was burned out, only wisps of blue smoke remained.

He looked at Sang Luo's face, which had been stained with ochre color by the dry blood for a long time, and made a wish for his junior brother.
To be continued...