Feng Rugu, who was tortured by extreme cold, dreamed of a teenager's mid-day event.

Ten years ago, when I took Xiao Hongchen to a small town at the foot of Wuji Mountain, I received a letter from Fengling.

There are three pages of the letter paper. The first page is the master's handwriting, and his tone is just official: Boning, two days later, Qishishan, the Donghuang sacrifice ceremony is about to begin, and you need to lead the presidency. Everything has been arranged and you will return quickly.

The next page is still in the same handwriting, but it has changed its tone: As usual, do you have fun?

Feng Rugu knew that although Master Xiaoyao was a Taoist lord who loved Xiaoyao in the world, he was clear-headed enough, but he could not imagine how Master saw through how he exchanged identities with Senior Brother Chang.

When I left the mountain, my master was so upset that he couldn't even get down the ground. In the end, he could not see him. How could he know that it was me who was going down the mountain, not Senior Brother Chang?

Feng Rugu, full of doubt, opened the third letter paper.

"Nonsense. You've been in seclusion so honestly for more than four years?"

Feng Rugu's music came out loud.

You Hongchen, who was practicing calligraphy over there, raised his head and looked at him with wet eyes: "Entertainment Father, is there anything you like to be happy?"

Feng Rugu sat down beside him, put his shoulders on his smile and said, "Of course there is a good thing. We can go home."

He had long wanted to take You Hongchen back to Fengling, and after crossing Ming Road, he would give him a home so that he would not have to let him wander around and live without a fixed place. Unfortunately, the five-year travel period had not arrived, so Feng Rugu did not dare to run back easily, which would make his master's wife unhappy again.

Now that the five-year period is approaching, the master also guessed that their brothers have exchanged identities. As long as he can preside over the Donghuang Sacrifice and the master will say a few good things for him, the master's wife will probably not be so revengeful.

The problem is that Brother Boning is in seclusion. Five years have passed, and his cultivation is probably at a critical moment. If he forcibly exits the seclusion at this time, it would be a bad idea. The master also considered this point and asked himself to go back with the face of his senior brother, and temporarily use it as a stake.

Time is tight, and he has no time to return to Fengling to settle down and travel to Hongchen. He is even more afraid that he will not be there to guard the monkeys in Fengling will amuse his little Hongchen.

The child was well-behaved and quiet, and never ran around. The Donghuang sacrifice ceremony could end at most five days. Feng Rugu simply settled Xiao Hongchen in the inn, bought the new clothes he had prepared to wear when he took him to Fengling, paid enough money for the house, and left enough money for him to use the money he had lasted for a month. He just jumped three times and ran to Qiemo Mountain.

He was half an hour later than the agreed period.

When he arrived at the foot of Qiemo Mountain, Feng Rugu saw Han Jing.

As the senior brother of Danyang Peak, like other disciples of Danyang Peak, Han Jing was wearing a rouge red dress, with a breeze blowing, and the silk jade belt around his waist slowly flying.

He turned his back to himself, looking at a small light flower blooming on the rock wall, and his fingertips reached towards a small butterfly staying on the thin stamens.

Feng Rugu coughed, imitated his senior brother's tone, and greeted him politely: "Brother Han."

Hearing the sound, Han Jing, who had just caught the wings of the little butterfly and was sniffing the faint fragrance of flowers on the wings of the butterfly, turned around.

Han Jing's appearance was cold and alienated. The eyes of the phoenix were slightly raised, and his eyes were like lacquer and eyebrows were like snow. His aura was like a peerless sword, but it was diluted by his gentle temperament and became a very friendly and gentle gentleman.

He let go of Butterfly Wings, looked at Feng Rugu, and said softly: "Boning, you are here."

But immediately, his eyebrows frowned slightly.

"You are not Boning." Han Jing walked up, but because of his temperament, even the questioning seemed too elegant, "...Who are you?"

He walked up, and his fingertips drove a little vermilion spiritual power. A little between Feng Rugu's forehead, the skin that belonged to Chang Boning gradually changed, revealing a noble and cynical young master's face.

“…as it was?”

Feng Rugu saw that he was exposed before he could go up the mountain, so he simply hugged him. The scoundrel said coquettishly: "Senior Brother Han, I haven't seen you for a long time, do you miss me?"

Han Jing was so troubled by him that he touched the back of his head and asked, "Didn't it be that the disciples of Moshan are Boning, are Sanchai and I here to visit Gu? Why are you here?"

Feng Rugu thought it was too troublesome to explain, and he expected Han Jing to have a good temper, so he simply changed the topic: "Junior Brother Jing is here too? Where is it?"

Han Jing couldn't see his thoughts of fishing in troubled waters. When he thought of the so-called "Feng Ruyuan went to seclusion and practiced in seclusion in the past five years, he couldn't figure out the joints. He smiled helplessly and led him up the mountain.

On the way up the mountain, Feng Rugu touched the position of his forehead: "Senior Brother Han, how could you do the senior brother's method of moving phase?"

Han Jing replied in a gentle voice: "That year, my master went out with your master to subdue the demons, and I walked with your senior brother. He taught me the Seven Flower Seal, and I taught him the art of moving phase..."

As he said that, he remembered something and turned to Feng Rugu: "Do you want me to help you change it?"

Since he had been exposed, Feng Rugu was too lazy to change back. Besides, he always liked his face the most, so he waved his hand and said, "No, this is good."

While speaking, they had arrived at the gathering place of disciples of all families.

Seeing that Han Jing was not Chang Boning, but Feng Rugu, who was famous for his madness and arrogance, the young disciples of the family immediately showed dissatisfaction and discussed it.

Han Jing took a conscious step forward, protected him, blocked the sunshine for him, and isolated everyone's discussion.

Feng Rugu didn't care about this. Since his identity was exposed, he simply inserted the "Tangdi Sword" that was properly inserted into his waist and imagined his true body. He carried the pair of swords behind him and slowly shook them to Jing Sanchai. He hit his shoulder and sat on the rock, lowered his head to wipe Jing Sanchai's head.

Jing Sanchai turned his head and saw clearly that the visitor was Feng Rugu. He immediately widened his eyes: "Why are you?"

Feng Rugu lay on his shoulders and stretched his hands and feet comfortably: "Brother Jing, your old brother is here, aren't you happy?"

Jing Sanchai had no expression on his face: " Stay away, be careful that I will cut off half of your head by mistake."

"If you hit me, my master will hit your master." Feng Rugu put his thigh on Jing Sanchai's thigh without fear, "You can think about it."

Jing Sanchai: "You are so thick-skinned that you must be missing something in your horoscope, so your name is not good. You should find a way to make up for what you lack in your horoscope."

Feng Rugu: "What good reputation does Brother Jing have? Let me listen to it."

Jing Sanchai: "I'll tell you Feng Jingjing."

Feng Rugu laughed: "Go to yours."

The relationship between the three gates has always been deep, Jing Sanchao and Feng Ruru were even more serious, while the older Han Jing was quiet and did not like the excitement, so he could not interfere in the conversation, and only looked at them with a sword and smiled. Occasionally, a moment or two appeared, as if he was missing someone.

Feng Rugu was still dependent on Jing Sanchai's thigh, and the Order Official Token was hung by his fingertips and flicked it.

He saw Jing Sanchai carefully wiping the gun and head, and said curiously: "Didn't your master say that with your talent, you are more suitable for short guns? Why do you still practice long guns?"

Jing Sanchai spat: "Why should I listen to him? I want to practice my skills."

Feng Rugu smiled and said, "This is different from that. The longer you say, the better."

Jing Sanchai was furious and jumped up, holding a long gun and stabbed Feng Rugu around the mountain: "Do you think it's okay? Is it okay?"

Han Jing, who was listening, had a slightly red face and pretended not to understand. He dissuaded: "Don't fight..."

At that time, Chuyang was on the forest, and you could see the sky returning to the clouds.

After the two of them had enough trouble, they returned to their own place. Feng Rugu leaned against a stone and thought of You Hongchen who was left in the inn. He thought that he had eaten steamed buns or tofu this morning.

However, only in the next moment, the storm changes.

A gust of fishy wind blew across the mountain ridge, blew a bunch of bamboos violently. When the coldness hit me, a sudden demonic energy swept up from the ground, and the leaves on the ground roared, flowing upwards, and the heaven and earth seemed to be completely reversed.

Feng Rugu reacted very quickly, holding "Yesterday" in his left hand, inserted a sword into the ground, stood firm and held the wind with his right hand, and quickly punched a light blue "all evils are forbidden" spell. The sword energy and spiritual energy floated like blue smoke, but they only had time to protect the disciples closest to him-

A dark light door opened out of thin air, and evil cold air came in.

With Feng Ruyuan's cultivation, it is no difficult to escape alone, but the dozens of disciples he protected will be seriously injured in the stormy demonic energy, making life and death unpredictable.

He is the order official representing Fengling and cannot retreat even a single step.

Feng Rugu turned his head and found that Jing Sanchai and Han Jing had no intention of leaving.

Especially Han Jing, he was the tallest, long and tall, and the wind in all directions hit him, making him fly backwards in red clothes, but his face was extremely firm, which made him feel at ease.

However, after a long time, the three men still drowned in the unpredictable abyss with their disciples.

——Air conditioning attacks the body, like a knife cutting a bone.

Feng Ruyuan ten years ago, how could he know what the north wind is like iron, and what the liver and gallbladder are like cold?

He woke up from his dream, curled up, trying his best to avoid the swelling pain of the human being, and murmured in a hoarse voice: "Um..."

...

Although Jianchuanzhong has done enough protective work and requires disciples to fetch water whenever they go to Jianchuan to refine alchemy and weapons, ropes are tied around their waists, but every year, disciples are still inevitably caught in the water. Therefore, Jianchuan always has a warm pavilion for all seasons to treat people who fall into the water in a timely manner.

Ruyi had already divided Feng Ruju's wet clothes all around him, changed into a dry underwear, and covered himself with a warm quilt, but he saw him rolling and muttering on the bed, in great pain, and felt that his heart was like ice water seeping in, and it felt like it was numbness and tingling.

Sang Luojiu lifted up a little quilt and held his ankle that had turned pale blue. He noticed that Feng Rugu's meridians were stagnant and had no spiritual power flowing. He was not very surprised: "The master had just overdrawn his spiritual power. He was afraid that the spiritual body would be damaged by the sinking water and could not recover..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard Ruyi whisper: "...all out."

Luo Fuchun snatched: "I don't! I want to guard the master!"

Ru Yi was too lazy to talk more, and with a fierce look, the powerful spiritual pressure directly forced Luo Fuchun and others out of the warm pavilion.

The door slammed closed.

The heat source that held his feet disappeared, and Feng Rugu immediately shrank his ankle into the quilt: "Leng... Senior Brother Han..."

Ruyi picked up his frozen feet, rubbed them gently in his palms, injected heat, and emphasized: "I am Ruyi."

...Who is his "Senior Brother Han"?

But he didn't have time to think about this question.

Feng Rugu's whole body was cold, but it was so cold that he was just lying on the warm bed and baking it, without any use.

Seeing that the situation was urgent, I could no longer let it deteriorate. Ruyi hesitated and removed the monk's robe he had just put on, lifted the quilt, and got into it.

Feng Rugu's body was like a piece of ice. When he first hugged it, he was so cold that he felt his muscles and bones were soft. He felt very comfortable in his arms.

Ru, once avoided his sight, did not look at his face, abandoned distracting thoughts, and just tried to pass his body temperature to Feng Rugu.

Feeling the heat source up close, Feng Rugu closed his eyes and acted instinctively coquettishly: "Senior Brother...Senior Brother Chang, hug..."

At this time, when he heard him mention his rebellious father so intimately, Ruyi suddenly felt sore in his heart, and his chest swelled up, making his heart boil, and he turned over and bullied Feng Ruguo, pressing his arm against Feng Ruguo's ear, raising his voice a little: "...see clearly, I am Ruyi."

Feng Rugu was aroused by this shock and squinted his eyes, stared at the person in front of him for a moment, murmured: "Little Hongchen..."

Before Ruyi could react, he hugged his neck with naked arms, and his cheeks rubbed against Ruyi's chest like a cat.

For a moment, Ruyi's body was three more stiff than the frozen Feng Ruguo.
Chapter completed!