Wen Runjin, who was waiting to pay homage to Feng Rugu, looked at the scene in front of him, his face turned pale and his cold sweat was filled with cold sweat.

Four little demon cultivators lined up in front of the yard, holding a cup of hot tea in their hands, a small incense burner with the fragrance of plum blossoms, a bamboo smoker, and a bamboo smoke lamp.

They had been put on the outfit of an ordinary child and were energetic, but they all shrank their heads, like little quails.

When Wen Runjin saw these four people, his elegant smile disappeared.

At this time, only Hai Jing and Ruyi were in the courtyard, Feng Ruguo still stayed in the main hall, while Luo Fuchun and Sang Luojiu were packing bags in the main hall.

Wen Runjin thought that Buddhists would not have been able to interfere in Taoist internal affairs without a wink, so he took a few steps and whispered: "This is where you can come? Don't have your life?"

All the four little demon cultivators were rude and could not say a single word.

Wen Runjin was humiliated: "Get back!"

Unexpectedly, although the few little demon cultivators were afraid, they knew their minds. They all pretended to be deaf and dumb, and held the things they had on their hands more steadily.

"you--"

Before Wen Runjin could get angry, Feng Rugu came out of the main hall.

Fengling's Taoist robe is mainly blue, with a white jade Taoist crown, a white colored hairband, and auspicious clouds and dark patterns. It has a solemn appearance, but Feng Ru's influenced by his teacher, and is like his teacher. He is dressed in a Taoist robe, but he is wearing a wild and elegant young knight.

Moreover, this is an extremely exquisite and exquisite knight.

He walked to the top of the first little demon cultivator, took the tea with the right temperature in his palm, tasted it, and said leisurely: "Master Wen, it's early."

After saying that, he held his sleeves and slowly brushed over the incense burner held by the second little demon cultivator, so that the cuffs would be stained with a faint fragrance of plum blossoms.

This natural-born young master of the noble family acted like a leisurely posture in his own home, which made Wen Runjin feel absent for a while. It took him a long time to put on a sentence: "Yun Zhongjun, these little disciples..."

Feng Rugu smoked her sleeves with cold incense and joked: "Master Wen Sect, are you asking your Wen Shi Sect disciples to use them? Do you feel distressed?"

Wen Runjin's heart was already full of twists and turns, but his face was very thoughtful, and even his smile was still eager: "This is because Wen was not well-received. He just thought that Yun Zhongjun would be more comfortable with his familiar disciples. He didn't expect that he would be short of staff and was slow to wait."

Luo Fuchun said inwardly, "Old fox."

The four demon cultivators were taken to the yard by the master. It was obvious that the master gave Wen Runjin the warning. The ready-made evidence of the crime was placed in front of him. He refused to beg for forgiveness and admitted his mistake. What were he waiting for?

But Luo Fuchun was not in a hurry either.

Since Master said that there is a way to punish Wenshimen and protect these four demon cultivators, it depends on how Master deals with it.

At this time, Wen Runjin's heart was already filled with storm.

Just in case, he obviously disbanded the little demon cultivator who was cleaning in another restaurant. Where did these demon cultivators come from? How dare they come to Yun Zhongjun?

No, maybe Yun Zhongjun discovered some clues and caught them.

He pulled these four demon cultivators in front of him, was he planning to seek revenge?

Wen Runjin was planning a solution to the countermeasure. Feng Rugu, who had two sleeves of plum fragrance, walked to the third little demon cultivator, picked up the bamboo smoker, put the bamboo silk smoke into it, lowered his body, and burned out wisps of clear smoke with the smoke lamp held by the fourth little demon cultivator.

He said to himself: "Master Wen, I took a walk under the moon last night and moved into the yard. I met these four children by chance. I was very involved in the conversation and wanted to take them out to gain more knowledge. I wonder if Master Wen is willing to give up?"

Luo Fuchun: "…"

What a casual excuse?!

Walking under the moon, meeting a demon cultivator by chance, and meeting four more?

Such excuses are difficult to fool children, so how can they use them to cover up the fox?

But after a brief thought, Sang Luojiu looked at Feng Rugu and showed some complicated expressions.

Even Wen Runjin was stunned for such cultivation, and then he smiled and said, "This is my Wenshi Sect. Yun Zhongjun said he would take it away and take it away. It's not appropriate."

"What's wrong?" Feng Rugu said, "They are willing to go out with me to gain a better understanding."

Wen Runjin: "Wenshimen has its own homework and practice. At this time, they will naturally be able to go out and open their eyes. Yun Zhongjun is afraid that there is still something important to do, so why bother to add burdens?"

Feng Rugu: "No. You can see that I am a poor person. I have to be held by someone when I get up, sit and lie down, and read books. I never mind the number of people around me."

Wen Runjin: "How many children know how to serve people? Why don't I choose some alert and clever ones for Yun Zhongjun..."

Feng Rugu: "It's good to be smart, but Feng Er pays attention to everything. He is not afraid of being stupid, but he is afraid that he will not be smart enough to be extravagant and make mistakes."

Luo Fuchun gradually tasted some taste from the two of them in the confrontation.

The master seemed to be trying to force the old man from the Wen family to take this slut.

Thinking of this, he looked at his master's face again and felt the icing on the cake, and his face turned red with excitement.

Wen Runjin really has troubles.

He had already seen that Feng Rugu had known that these four people were demonic, and today he was determined to take them away from here.

But how could Wen Runjin agree?

First, the four little demons have helped the Wenshi Sect. In the past few years, their parents have indeed sent many treasures and classics to protect their children's lives. Second, if these four sons are taken away by Feng Rugu, once he uses this as a threat, will the Wenshi Sect let him control it in the future?

Wen Runjin's mood was surging, and he was suddenly bullied by Feng Ruyuan.

Feng Rugu held the smoker in front of his chest with one hand, lowered his voice, and spoke with a faint sound that attracted the heat of the ears: "...... The Master Wen is so reluctant to leave. Could it be that one of them is the illegitimate son of Master Wen?"

Wen Runjin felt cold and blurted out: "Absurd!!"

Feng Rugu laughed: "Just, joke."

After saying that, he turned around and walked to the side of the four little demon cultivators, saying that everything was a foregone conclusion: "Don't you thank the Master Wen for his many years of care?"

Staring at Feng Rugu's back, Wen Runjin's heart was like fried oil, creaking and creaking. For a moment, evil thoughts were everywhere, and he couldn't care much. He took a step forward and wanted to catch Feng Rugu--

A deep black wooden sword fell three inches in front of him. A faint light flashed, and a white gray mark was drawn on the ground beside the sword.

Wen Runjin turned his head in shock and saw Ruyi re-storing the "sentient beings" he pulled out, with no slight sensation of turmoil or speaking, but his meaning was clear enough.

...Cross this line, you will be responsible for the consequences.

Wen Runjin immediately woke up, stopped moving forward, sweating like slurry, and didn't say anything more.

Ruyi's actions shocked many people. Hai Jing opened his mouth wide, and Luo Sang and the others were also confused. Only Feng Rugu glanced at Ruyi from the side, pursed his lips and laughed, but he almost got burned by the cigarette light to his fingers.

... Fortunately, no one noticed it.

Wen Runjin respectfully escorted Feng Rugu and his group to the sword-eagle stone, his face was already a little stiff when he smiled.

Feng Rugu had a normal expression and was still intent on saying something else, but he didn't tell Wen Runjin what Wen Chen told him last night.

Since Wen Chen came to talk to him, he had no reason to betray him.

What's more, as an outsider, he didn't need to let Wen Runjin know that his son had cut off his daughter's head.

When he said goodbye to Wen Runjin, he turned around and found the second young master Wen who was shouting and killing him when he came to the mountain yesterday.

He probably had been scolded, and his eyes flashed at Feng Rugu.

After being caught by Feng Rugu, he flashed back to the tree and pretended that he had never appeared before.

Feng Rugu thought it was quite interesting, so he thought he was scared and walked straight to Sang Luojiu's side.

Sang Luojiu was about to get on the sword, but when he saw Feng Rugu walking in his direction, he couldn't help but be surprised: "Will the master not go to the sword of Ruyi Jushi?"

Feng Rugu looked tired: "I didn't sleep well last night, so I wanted to sleep on Luo Jiu for a while."

When Ruyi set off his sword, he was standing forward, leaving a place for Feng Rugu to stand. He heard this, he looked at Feng Rugu and then at the place he left, with his expression a little unhappy, as if he was angry with him.

Sang Luojiu had long been used to Feng Rugu's unregulated way of speaking. Just as he was about to ask his master to come up, he was attracted by Ruyi's light cough.

Ruyi pointed to his own sword and signaled him to come over.

Feng Rugu saw that he didn't speak, pretended not to understand, and tilted his head as if he was like him.

It was still Hai Jing who understood Ruyi's meaning, grabbed the little bald head, and explained embarrassedly: "Yun Zhongjun, I have learned the superficial skills of sword control, and my cultivation is still shallow, so I can only take care of myself on the sword."

Feng Rugu said "ah".

He had made a good arrangement, the little monk brought two little demon cultivators, and the stupid disciple named Luo brought two. His little Hongchen didn't like demon cultivators, so he made it easier for him to carry less.

...It seems that it won't work.

He was in a hurry to sleep, but he didn't refuse. He raised his hand to wipe off the tears from the corners of his eyes and said lazily: "Luo Jiu, you can bring two."

He walked slowly behind Ru Yi's body and jumped into the sword: "Master, I'm in trouble."

Ruyi lowered her head and smelled the fragrance of plum blossoms with some ice on him, without saying a word.

The monk's robe with soft texture and close body drooped down along his shoulders, floating out of the curve of his scapula, making his neck look slender.

...It will be comfortable to lean on.

In just a few moments, Feng Rugu studied the places on his body as a pillow.

After leaving Wenshi Sect, Sang Luojiu looked at the four little demon cultivators who had been using swords for the first time and were so scared that they were out of possession, and said, "Is this what the master said last night?"

Feng Rugu said lazyly: "How is it? If you want to praise your master's wisdom and martial arts, you can simplify it, and it will be done in three to five hundred words."

Sang Luo was speechless for a long time.

Luo Fuchun took over the conversation: "Master, your move is really wonderful. Master Wen has nothing to say now! Let's go to Mizhi now to investigate the murder of the Hanshan Temple people?"

Feng Rugu's enjoyment land rubbed against Ruyi's back and stretched like a cat: "Don't worry, go to Jiangling City first. These four little beans..."

He opened his eyes and glanced at them lazyly: "...I have to find a place for them."
To be continued...