Faced with the sudden softness of a person as cold as steel, Feng Rugu rarely became confused.

... Does it hurt?

It probably hurts, right?

Ten years ago, Feng Rugu first learned that something like pain would penetrate into his stomach.

In the first month of bedridden recovery, the world in front of him was half dimmed. He could not drink medicine soup or take pills. The wound hurt to his bones, and it was so painful that it was like a thousand firecrackers in his body, which exploded and exploded day and night.

The most intuitive symptom that falls on him is vomiting whatever he eats. He vomits even if he doesn’t eat.

To make matters worse, he ran out privately and found that his little red dust was gone.

Feng Rugu was lying on the bed, thinking about where he could go alone, and thought as if the whole world had fallen over. When he came to his senses, he realized that he had vomited again.

It must have been difficult to endure that period, because even Feng Rugu himself didn't know how he survived it.

But after getting through it, I looked back and it was fine.

"...It's okay." Feng Rugu described the repeated vomiting ten years ago according to his memories, and gave an example, "That feeling...is similar to eating something bad."

Like a frown.

Feng Rugu said sincerely: "Really."

Ruyi said in a deep voice: "Do you think of me as a three-year-old child?"

It was one eye and half of his body. How could he dare to put it so lightly?

Moreover, this understatement is nothing more than treating him as an outsider and not willing to answer in detail, and just doing it perfunctorily.

If you can't tell whether you are angry about Feng Rugu's banter or angry about him regarding himself as an outsider, you will pull the monk's robe on your chest, trying to solve the difficulty in eliminating the feeling of being suffocating in your chest, and the mountain is like a suffocation.

Feng Rugu looked at his pursed lips, angry and funny.

How come a monk, why is he so arrogant?

"Why did I forget the pain of the injury ten years ago?" Feng Rugu said innocently, "If it were you, would you remember that thing? Is it better to forget it sooner."

This is right, but Ruyi's expression becomes more and more inappropriate.

He treated himself well tonight, and Feng Rugu didn't want to quarrel with him. He hugged his hands and smiled: "Master Ruyi has any other problems?"

This is driving people away.

Ruyi also saw through that she was completely controlled by evil magic.

No matter what Feng Rugu answered, his heart that was fascinated by evil obstacles would not be satisfied.

He knew that he had been hit by such an unbearable evil trick, so he should not come. He should be far away from Feng Ruyuan, the farther away, the better.

...But tonight, the symptoms became more and more serious.

After he snorted a hot air, he felt dizzy and had to reach out to support the door frame.

Feng Rugu saw his body shaking and reached out to help him: "What's wrong?"

Ruyi's sense was invisibly magnified a hundred times without reason. Feng Ruyuan's cold fingertips held his arm, as if he had grasped his heart.

He reacted quickly and swept Kaifeng's hand that was causing trouble in his heart with one palm.

Feng Rugu's hand was slapped with a slight bone sound.

When I recalled all the stupid things I did tonight, I knew that I had lost my composure tonight, so I had to hide it in a quiet voice: "I am so confused because I drink."

Feng Rugu covered his hands, his mind turned slightly, and his brows frowned: "You're too late to get drunk."

As he said that, he was about to pull Ruyi's hand to check for him if there was anything wrong, but Ru pushed him away again and again.

He had lost control of his palm, and Feng Rugu was pushed back several steps by him. He bent his knee and hit the stool before he fell down and almost turned to the ground.

Feng Rugu knew something was wrong and shouted: "Red Dust!"

However, his little Hongchen had already stumbled out of the yard.

Feng Rugu chased after a few steps, but soon lost his trace.

——Aside the stone arch where his figure disappeared, a palm recess about half an inch deep was added!

...

Although the Qingyang School is sparsely populated, it is lucky that it is quite wide.

Guan Buzhi's welcome this time was really a big show, even Haijing was divided into a single courtyard.

As soon as I returned to my yard, my gait was already staggering.

His mind was no longer enough to support him in thinking about the fact that he was in the body of a gu thing. He took off his shoes randomly, then rolled onto the bed, lying sideways, muttering to chant scriptures to relieve the fire of his heart: "The boundless vow of all beings in his heart, vow of extinguishing the troubles of his heart, vow of endless methods of self-nature, vow of learning the supreme Buddhahood of his own nature—"

But what's the use?

Buddhist scriptures never cure his heart disease.

This disease has been taken root in his heart since he was thirteen years old when he parted with his adoptive father, and there is no cure for medicine.

When the young You Hongchen said goodbye to his adoptive father, he only did one thing.

——Waiting for the adoptive father to come back.

In fact, during the waiting period, he also did many other things.

At the time of Mao, he would get up, put on his clothes alone, tie his trousers and ties, run around inside and outside the city, and after taking a shower, he would pick up his pen and practice calligraphy.

Every day, he needs to learn fifty characters, half running script, and half cursive script.

The adoptive father didn't ask him to practice regular script. He said that regular script was horizontal and vertical, and was in the position where he should be. It was quite boring, so he just obediently did not practice.

Rice papers are well-coded, and over time, a mountain of literature has gradually been piled up.

This is just his morning homework.

He doesn't like taking naps, and he is afraid that he will lose energy in the afternoon, so he spends time meditating and resting his mind.

In the afternoon, it is two hours to practice Fengling’s sword technique.

After dinner, he would talk to the wall for a while.

He started to learn to speak at the age of nine, and he practiced nine years less than ordinary people. This skill is not very skilled and needs to be consolidated.

You Hongchen was worried that when his adoptive father came back, he forgot how to speak and was depressed by his adoptive father.

At the beginning of Hai, he went to bed.

You Hongchen lay on the bed, looking back on the day, thinking hard, but not thinking about what he had done.

All he knew was that the day passed and his adoptive father might come back tomorrow.

Thinking of this, he was happy, turned over, lifted a corner of the thick brocade mattress, revealing the shallow marks carefully drawn on the bed board, and added a stroke to his head with his thin and evenly trimmed nails. It was a complete day.

Who would have thought that my adoptive father would go back in three or five days, but he would never return.

Half a month after the adoptive father left, every night before going to bed, You Hongchen would collapse into a ball, recalling in fear and fear that he had done anything that he was dissatisfied with when his adoptive father left, and said something innocent and willful. He would not fall asleep until he confirmed that he had not.

He believed without reason, perhaps tomorrow, if he opened his eyes, he would find a adoptive father who was sleeping in dust and clothes beside him.

Therefore, every day when he wakes up early, he will close his eyes and slowly touch the couch. When he confirms that no one is there, he will open his eyes and continue his unchanged waiting for time.

The news in the world went very slowly. When the news that more than a hundred disciples of the Taoist sect fell into the world reached this small town, You Hongchen had already made twenty-seven or eight marks on the bed.

He couldn't sit still.

Because he heard the word "Fengling" in the rumor.

Fengling Xiaoyaojun and his two disciples, Feng Ruyuan, were trapped in the remains of the world with all the disciples, and they did not know their life and death.

He has heard of this name, but what does it have to do with him?

You Hongchen began to pack his luggage. He was afraid that he would be his foster father's worries, and he was afraid that his foster father would be sad for his junior brother, so he had to rush to his foster father's side.

Before his adoptive father left, he left almost all the money he had on him.

In the past, when their father and father traveled, they always carried him on their backs, and they rode together with a sword. Therefore, You Hongchen was not very proficient in the matter of Yujian.

For this thousand miles of road, he first relied on his own understanding of swordsmanship, then on a carriage, and finally relied on his feet. Finally, he arrived next to the boundary marker of Fengling Mountain three days later.

At that time, it was raining heavily, but You Hongchen didn't even want to hold an umbrella, for fear that an umbrella would block his footsteps and would make him late for a moment.

He trekked up the mountain, explored into the Fengling Secret Realm, and explored up the mountain all the way.

At an extraordinary moment, Feng Ling was on high alert. The disciples guarding the mountain noticed the strange aura from afar and did not dare to neglect it. They immediately landed in front of him with a sword. After looking at it, they shouted sternly: "Who is it!"

You Hongchen's long hair was wet by the drizzle, and his eyebrows and eyes were particularly soft: "I, I'm looking for my adoptive father... I'm looking for someone named Chang Boning."

"Senior Brother Boning?" The disciple of the Shoushan knew that there was no magical aura on him. He had no time to breathe a sigh of relief. He was confused by his name "adopted father". "Little guy, do you recognize our senior brother?"

You Hongchen talked to outsiders, and his tone was inevitably awkward: "I recognize him. If you say, my name is You Hongchen, he will know who I am... Please."

"The eldest brother is in good health..." The disciple of the mountain looked embarrassed, "If you have been to rescue him in the past and want to come and repay the wish, please invite him back. He has no time to see you."

A thunder splashed into the sky and came down from the sky, which made You Hongchen look so angry: "What's wrong with his adoptive father?!"

The mountain disciple Wuxin laughed at him for the strange name of "adoptive father", and Wuxin explained a lot to a strange child: "Because of the second senior brother Feng, he forced himself... Alas, you may not understand, but he vomited blood yesterday and stayed up for another night. Xiaoyaojun advised him to sleep for half an hour and he had to get up again..."

You Hongchen could no longer listen, so he wanted to go in immediately, go to the adoptive father and accompany him.
To be continued...