Feng Rugu slept for two and a half hours in three days, and was thinking about the strangeness before Han Jing went to rest. He was not very at ease and had several different nightmares in succession.

In the last dream, he dreamed that his little Hongchen came to find him. He was standing in front of him, shouting, shouting, making his voice hoarse and his body dry. He still stood in a daze, turning around looking for his shadow.

Later, Xiao Hongchen couldn't find him, so he walked away.

Feng Rugu wanted to chase after him, and exhausted all his strength to chase him. However, Xiao Hongchen's figure became farther and farther away, and he always stopped in place.

Soon, the world was empty, and there was only one myself standing alone.

After waking up, the dark blue sky came to my face.

The wilderness is vast and the sky is low, and if there is any substance, it will make the chest tightness of the seal.

Feng Rugu sat up without saying a word. He first grabbed the "yesterday" and "now" that were placed beside him. He held it tightly for a moment before his eyesight and hearing slowly recovered.

...Too tired.

He used his spiritual power out in a military and powerful way. Such overdrafts may not be able to make up for it if he rested for three days and three nights.

The result of being chased for seven days was that Feng Rugu had just picked up the sword, and the soreness of his muscles and bones had not yet awakened, a feeling of fatigue surged from the bottom of his heart like a dark tide. He was so tired that he just wanted to fall head-on and ignore everything.

But he still supported himself with the fatigue of pushing him into the mud and pressing him on the ground.

Feng Rugu wanted to see what happened to Han Jing.

They have an appointment to rest in a certain place, and stay for only one hour at most and never stay for much.

Therefore, when Feng Rugu found that Han Jing disappeared, it was already half an hour later.

He held the sword and grabbed a disciple: "Have you met Senior Brother Han?"

The disciple was already fighting in a vain. When he saw someone coming to stop him, he instinctively went to hold the hilt of the sword. Seeing that it was Feng Rugu, he set off the sword and said, "No."

Feng Rugu asked several more people, and the answers they got were similar.

Some people said that when they saw Han Jing heading south, they thought he was going to patrol, but they didn't take it seriously.

After summoning the disciples and counting the number of people, Feng Rugu confirmed that, along with the three people who had fallen behind and Han Jing, there were a total of more than a dozen people missing in the team.

Someone asked: "Did they go back to find someone?"

Hearing this, he was immediately confused.

"It's time to make trouble?"

"That's not what we say. In this dangerous situation, we cannot leave fellow Taoists behind. We are different from those selfish and self-righteous demons. This is reasonable and even more righteous!"

"But we cannot disperse easily! Han Daojun emphasized to us many times that we have hurt too much and we must not disperse. If we disperse our body, we will disperse our spirit. In the end, it will be easier for those demons to defeat us..."

"Has Brother Han asked them for help?"

"I saw Han Daojun at the last time, and he went south."

"But we escaped from the north..."

Feng Rugu stood in front of the quarrels, listening to their conversation in a mess.

No one knows what he is thinking.

Han Jing was in charge of all of them because he was the most sensible.

Now, Feng Rugu found that before leaving, he broke all the threads, even his ties with him were the same. It seemed that he had made all plans to go and never return.

Feng Rugu knew Han Jing's character.

He found that his disciple had lost more than a dozen people, so he would not ignore it.

When he went to rescue, he considered the possibility of his loss, so it was reasonable to cut off all contacts so as not to implicate everyone.

But Feng Rugu repeatedly recalled the two or three sentences that Han Jing left for himself before leaving, and was rarely confused.

He vaguely felt that Han Jing left was not because of the reckless guy who was arrogant because he was praised by several Taoist elders.

Feng Rugu couldn't understand why he had such a premonition.

He just felt that his senior brother Han might not come back.

The people below were in chaos for a while, and finally someone discovered that Han Jing cut off everyone's thread.

After learning this, their discussions became low, and they felt a little sad. Even the people who just said "love" were silent.

The heroic sentiment is an illusory thing in the eyes of those who are overwhelmed by being chased.

They were extremely clear that it would be difficult to find a person if he lost his life in a place like "Liushi".

In a silence mixed with anxiety and depression, Feng Ruju spoke.

"Let's go. Why are you standing there? Waiting to be chased by someone to Bao Yuan'er?"

Some disciples were unwilling to give up: "Is it really not waiting for them?"

"I believe that Senior Brother Han will bring people back. Before that..."

Feng Rugu raised his fingertips and set up several threads of thread, each of which was sank into the body of the disciples present, with a loud voice: "Feng Erbo's life is the same as you all."

Except for the dozen people Wen Chen took away privately, the remaining disciples were very convinced by Feng Rugu. He also plucked up some courage when he heard this, and greeted each other, carrying the wounded, leaving Feng Rugu alone standing in the same place, trapped in the noise, but felt like he was alone.

Fortunately, he soon received good news.

Jing Sanchai, who had been in a coma for many days, woke up.

The first thing he asked when he woke up was: "Where are you? Have you escaped?"

Feng Rugu lost his brother who could tell the truth and pour out bitter water. Now he smiled brightly at Jing Sanchai, who was younger than him, and he held the water capsule and said, "Everything is here."

After hearing these three words, Jing Sanchai recovered a little of her energy. She took a sip of water and choked half of it. Blood was overflowing along the corner of her mouth.

Feng Rugu quickly wiped him with the back of his hand, and then quietly wiped the blood stains on the soil beside him, not telling Jing Sanchao to notice his bad situation.

Until now, they all rely on one breath to support themselves. Feng Rugu didn't want Jing Sanchai to even breathe this breath.

Jing Sanchai had a sweet throat. She forced herself to drink a few sips of water before asking hoarsely: "Where is Senior Brother Han?"

Feng Rugu answered neatly: "I'm going to explore the way."

Jing Sanchai said "hum" and wanted to sit up, but for a while, he was unable to move at all, and forced himself to distort his face.

Feng Rugu laughed, pressed his shoulder, and said, "No matter how good the bowstring is, what is the result of stretching to the end? You should know. Have a good rest and don't worry about the others."

Jing Sanchai looked at Feng Rugu's pale face, which was enough to guess how he had worked hard to survive in the past few days.

He asked softly, "Do you know the consequences of being tense to the end?"

"My?" Feng Rugu said with a smile, "Sorry, I, Feng Rugu, never know what the end is."

Jing Sanchai gritted her teeth and smiled.

At this point, why is Feng Rugu still the most virtue in the world?

Feng Rugu wanted to say a few words to Jing Sanchai, and a disciple called him away.

Jing Sanchai looked at Feng Rugu's back from behind and suddenly felt like a beautiful lamp with his body as thin paper. The light inside was floating, but he still tried his best to build a beautiful shelf and didn't want to fall down.

He couldn't fall because there was no one behind him to rely on.

Thinking of this, Jing Sanchao felt pain in his heart, and he lay on his back weakly, rubbing his shoulders with his hot tears oozing out of the corners of his eyes.

Feng Rugu left with the team.

Han Jing was indeed like the frost on the leaves, and disappeared out of thin air.

Since the dozen people left the team, there has been no news.

Feng Rugu led his team to more than a dozen fierce battles, with all the big ones, and some even some of them not done by Ding You's bloody disciples.

Since the righteous path is incompatible with the demonic path, the demonic path can also be irreconcilable with the righteous path.

At this time, there is no reason and justice to speak of.

Han Jing disappeared for no reason, and Feng Rugu had to carry the entire pressure on his shoulders.

In order to fulfill the promise of the same life, he never slept once again.

Because Feng Rugu's crazy name had already been named in Dingyou, once he was surrounded and killed, all the elite soldiers would come to Feng Rugu alone.

Whenever he fought and fought, Feng Rugu passed by his sword, and the grass and trees were all fishy, ​​flowing pills step by step.

Sometimes when he had a rest, he stepped up the barriers to check his disciples' injuries, and occasionally even said a few jokes to them.

Some disciples really felt sorry for him: "Mr. Feng Dao, you go to bed, let's guard."

Feng Rugu smiled and his eyes flashed: "Why, do you feel sorry for me?"

Most of the 15 or 16-year-olds present were young men. How could they admit that they felt sorry for a person of the same generation and same sex who was less than one or two years older than them? Besides, that person was born like a painting, and was a freehand painting person who was difficult to draw even if he was finely drawn. He couldn't help but blush and hesitate, and couldn't say anything beautiful.

Feng Rugu had the pleasure of playing with people, so he laughed with his sword.

Everyone could see that Feng Rugu's appearance was so wrong.

He no longer showed his emotions of "tiredness", as if he had lived like a lamp, burning endless light with his life, fortunately, in the endless dark road, he showed a clear path for them.

Everyone saved their breath and survived with their lives. They hoped that the people outside would quickly open a door, kill the generals to come in, and save them from this sea of ​​suffering.

Looking forward to the stars and the moon, they asked them to look forward to an uninvited guest.
To be continued...