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They had been in the "relics of the world" for twenty days, and they had been in Lin Xuejing's villa for eleven or two days.

The gate of "Li Shi" was completely closed by Dingyou, and people outside could not enter, and people inside could not go out.

Dingyou originally planned to close the door and beat dogs, catch turtles in the jar, and wait until all the Taoist disciples were caught, so that they could break their backs and kowtow to beg for mercy, and then take them to negotiate.

Who would have thought that he had caught a group of slippery loaches, but they disappeared from a small part of the world.

There are three feet of digging outside, and the other courtyard is not very peaceful.

There was a faint voice of disputes inside the house, and the few people outside the house were no longer surprised.

Feng Rugu closed his eyes and held his cheek, leaned against the steps, held an empty bowl on the right, held a bamboo chopstick on the left, and beat the edge of the bowl, chanting the poem according to the rhythm: "I sighed when I heard the qin, and heard fellow Taoists sing. When can I not sing and sprinkle rice on the ground?"

Jing Sanchai, who was medicine on his shoulder, threw the bloody bandage over: "What are you talking about?"

Han Jing held the flower cuts in his hand and cut off the branches and smiled with a pursed lips when he heard the sound: "Let him read it. It's quite cute."

Jing Sanchai complained: "Senior Brother Han, why do you still have the intention to trim flowers and plants?"

Han Jing said: "The flowers should be taken care of, and there is no reason. Besides, we should do something within our ability," he said.

While talking, he looked at Lin Xuejing in the yard.

He lay under the shade of the trees, enjoying the breeze of green leaves.

Perhaps it was because the wind was blowing too comfortably, and he rested. A golden and jade smoke gun stuck to his fingertips emitted a curling of blue smoke, which went straight to the sky.

Feng Rugu wore a rabbit with the bandage thrown by Jing Sanchai and handed it back to him.

Jing Sanchai looked at the rabbit awkwardly: "Where did you learn the trick?"

Feng Rugu said: "When you raise a child, you can learn anything to make him happy."

Jing Sanchai blew and hugged the rabbit in his arms: "I don't have that time."

Feng Ruyuan was happy and turned to look at the sun in the sky.

Judging from this time, it was time for his little Hongchen to get up, but he didn't know whether he was practicing swords or practicing calligraphy.

Feng Rugu lost his father when he was nine years old, and picked up the nine-year-old You Hongchen at the age of fourteen. In his opinion, there is no fate that looks more like fate than this.

He always wants to make up for him.

I want to give it to him what I have lost and what I have lost.

I don't know if he will miss himself now...

When Feng Rugu missed his little Hongchen with all his heart, the dispute inside became louder and louder.

Feng Rugu immediately interrupted: "Why are you quarreling? I'll sell you all the quarrels."

After a moment of silence inside, the door opened and an angry figure stepped out, followed by several followers who were aroused by emotions.

"It's you again." Feng Rugu glanced at him, "Why are you always talking too much?"

Wen Chen gritted his teeth and said, "I'm not at ease! I'm crazy to stay here! Why haven't my father and Sanmen come to save us?"

"Don't worry." Feng Rugu said, "You are your father's treasure egg. I am also my master's jade in my hand. If they can find the way in, they will definitely come at the first moment."

"But why do we stay here?!" Seeing the figure taking a nap under the shade of the trees, Wen Chen lowered his voice, but was still dissatisfied. "We are outside, aren't we staying well?"

Jing Sanchai had injuries on her body and was too lazy to defend herself. She just rolled her eyes when she heard this.

Feng Rugu sneered: "This young master, please understand that the hiding place for the previous few days was found by the three of us. You are only responsible for Ksitigarbha with your head down and butt upward. Of course you feel that you are staying well."

Wen Chen was beaten with a blushing face and his neck was thick: "You——"

"The Demon Way is looking for us outside and even the ground is about to be lifted up. Now you can't hold it in and run out. Where are you planning to hide? Your own □□?"

Wen Chen couldn't say that Feng Rugu was so angry that he stomped his feet: "I can't understand why you believe him so much? That's a devil!"

"What's wrong with the devil's way?"

"People say that a bitch is ruthless and unrighteous actor, let alone he is a demon. If he turns his hands and betrays us, what do you think you are?"

Feng Rugu's expression remained unchanged: "I'll take you out."

Wen Chen said "Ha" and didn't believe it.

But Feng Rugu's expression was particularly serious: "Where you hide, you will be chased. If you are surrounded, you will go out. It is just a matter of the number of people. If the Demon Way comes more, you will have more corpses. If you come less, you will have less. Is there any other problem?"

Before Wen Chen succeeded, he was already treated with Feng Ruyuan's mouth and was as stupid as a wooden chicken.

He took those disciples and turned back angrily.

Feng Rugu sat down, straightened his legs, and sighed, "A bunch of silly boys."

Han Jing comforted: "He was also anxious and wanted to find a way out."

Feng Rugu curled his lips: "I can't even find my master, is he here to look for it?"

"He also wanted to do something."

"If he can't do his best, it will be useless to do it, and it will harm everyone." Feng Rugu said, "He ran out to find an exit like this. If he was caught by the demon, he would just take it in. What if he confessed to us?"

Speaking of this, Feng Rugu's eyes lit up slightly and he said to himself: "To prevent him from sneaking out, I'll go and break his legs."

Feng Ru acted as if she was trying to move forward.

Han Jing called him: "As usual, come back! Don't play."

Feng Rugu said obediently: "Oh."

He squatted back and sat down with his knees.

"I mean..." Seeing him acting like a good person, Han Jing was a little amused, "As usual, I fully agree with your judgment, but you can say it more tactfully. Everyone's anxiety is normal, and you should appease it."

Feng Rugu was about to speak, but he heard a calm voice.

Lin Xuejing said: "I have an idea that can resolve the chaotic situation in people's hearts."

Feng Rugu turned his head: "You haven't slept?"

Lin Xuejing smiled and handed the cigarette gun out: "Sucking this can refresh your mind. Do you want to try it?"

Feng Rugu waved his hand: "I'm free, I don't have such elegant habits. Tell me what you think."

Lin Xuejing took back the smoke gun.

Under his beautiful and dignified appearance, there was no sign of ambition at all. He was just like a gentleman who was leaning on an embroidered couch and singing with guests: "You choose a few of the most fussy ones - the one just now is very good - they killed them secretly, throw the corpse out, and let them be picked up by the Demon Way. After the Demon Way confirmed their identity, they must be happy. For the morale, it is very likely that they would hang their corpses, without caring about who killed them."

Speaking of this, Lin Xuejing put the smoker flat on his chest, and in a tone of talking about whether the oranges on the table were sweet or sour, he talked leisurely about a life: "At that time, you will be able to tell the rest of his disciples that these people fleeing outside privately is to suffer the consequences. If anyone still wants to escape, remember to use this as a mirror. Do you think there will be anyone who dares to go out without authorization?"

Jing Sanchai was surprised: "What's the idea?"

What surprised him even more was that Feng Rugu and Han Jing did not show any surprise on their faces, as if they had thought of this plan.

It is not surprising that Feng Rugu could come up with such a detrimental move.

Jing Sanchai turned to Han Jing: "Senior Brother Han? You are...?"

"We knew we could do this. And doing this will work once and for all." Han Jing lowered his eyebrows, "Just... sorry, absolutely not. Anyone's life is life, we should not be so rash."

Lin Xuejing said: "I am teaching you the truth."

Han Jing gently refused: "But what we talked to you is reasonable."

Lin Xuejing shrugged: "It's all right. I'm just going to come up with an idea."

After saying that, he got up, swept across the bluestone steps with a long apricot yellow robe, and a little wind was stirred up by the gentle breeze.
Chapter completed!