Seeing him silent, Thirty Si felt that he was guilty because of his reckless behavior, and he was quite helpless.

After getting along with him over the years, although Thirty Si felt that Shi Shujing was taciturn and did his own thing, every move was reasonable. He didn't seem to be a person who would commit evil things. He felt a little softer and patted his uninjured shoulder: "Okay, go back to the main hall first, take care of the wound, and then get twenty staffs... The Bushimen has always prohibited private fights. If you cross the boundary, you should receive punishment."

Han Jing had no expression on his face: "The guardian made a mistake and the punishment was doubled, it should be forty."

"I'm so stupid." Sansi slapped his forehead in front of him, "I said twenty is twenty. Go back."

Han Jing bowed and walked down the mountain.

When he passed by Xu Pingsheng, the awakened corpse was staring at him, frowned slightly, with an indescribable suspicion in his eyes.

Han Jing also gave him a tribute and left with injuries.

After he left, Xu Pingsheng, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke, "No."

"What's wrong?" Sansi sat down on one rock, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, pressed his face on the back of his hand, tilted his head and narrowed his eyes, "I've been given the blood today. I'm hungry and chewed the bark myself. I'm upset."

Xu Pingsheng stood up, walked around him twice, and then pulled his sleeve: "No."

He pointed at Han Jing's back as he left: "That person is wrong."

Thirty-four sat upright a little: "What's wrong?"

Xu Pingsheng stuttered, but was extremely stubborn: "What's wrong with him. You can't believe him."

“What’s wrong?”

Xu Pingsheng said firmly: "Straight, intuition."

Thirty-four suddenly laughed out loud: "Does the dead still have intuition?"

Xu Pingsheng was so angry that he went to grab Sansi's hair: "You, listen to me, as usual, are Xingzhi's children, my brother's children..."

Thirty-sixth had long been used to his fragmented language. While grabbing his hand that caused trouble, he helped him translate and complete the unspeakable words: "You mean, because it has something to do with you, you are half of his master, so you have a premonition of the danger he encountered?"

Xu Pingsheng nodded.

He said this well.

Last night, when the chaos in Qingyang Mountain began, Xu Pingsheng was inexplicably anxious and did not even drink the blood of yesterday.

But Sansi did not take it to his heart: "Care is confusing, have you heard of it?"

Seeing that Sansi didn't believe in him, Xu Pingsheng was so angry that he was so angry that he said angrily: "No!"

"I have known him for a few years, and I think I still know him a little." Sansi pinched the back of his neck and comforted him, "He is a little cold, but he has always been strict with himself, not the kind of person who wants to hurt others."

At this time, the object of the talk of one master and one slave was walking through the mountains.

After a while, he stopped suddenly and lowered his head to think.

...It's so strange.

It's strange that I can't say.

Whether it was Lin Xuejing or San Si's attitude, Han Jing felt an indescribable sense of incongruity.

To be honest, such sudden changes were completely beyond Han Jing's expectations.

How did Lin Xuejing know that Feng Rugu's condition has changed?

Feng Rugu decided to come to Qingyang Mountain temporarily, and he only penetrated into the mountains just before the mountain was closed. Boning also counted all the disciples in the mountains. Logically speaking, Lin Xuejing had no chance, and there was no reason to install spies in a small Qingyang Mountain.

No matter how Ren Hanjing thought, he could only come to a conclusion.

...Aside Feng Rugu, is Lin Xuejing's traitor?

...

In Qingyang Mountain, Feng Rugu was carried to the yard by Ruyi to bask in the sun.

It’s not because Feng Rugu is so weak, it’s mainly because he is lazy.

For example, I still complain about this, but it is not like before, I dislike Feng Ru's spoiled and pretentious.

He said, "You should walk around the ground more, otherwise your muscles and bones will be stagnant and the injuries will be more difficult to heal."

Feng Rugu leaned on the soft couch, spitted a mouthful of bamboo smoke at his face provocatively, and smiled with curved eyes: "I can't go down."

If you feel that after being injured, your behavior becomes more and more nonsense, and people only want to be happy in life: "...you can do it."

Feng Rugu narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "The real murderer."

For example, "..." Where did I have it?

Feng Rugu said aggrievedly: "Will you tired if you give me a smile?"

Born with a cold face: "..."

When he felt that Feng Ruju was extremely difficult to serve, Haijing showed a green-skinned little head from the moon gate: "Uncle Master, I have washed all your clothes with Yun Zhongjun."

Feng Rugu praised: "Hai Jing is really good."

Hai Jing touched her head embarrassedly: "Then... can Yun Zhongjun call Brother Luo to get up?"

Outside the moon gate, Luo Fuchun was holding a huge washing basin on his head, kneeling on the ground, covered in water on his head, and his feet were numb and grinning.

Because he spoke rudely to Feng Rugu, Feng Rugu punished him and asked Haijing to wash clothes in the washing basin on his head.

Sang Luojiu squatted in front of him, wiped his face with a handkerchief, and was full of concern, and it took a lot of effort to hold back the pleasant smile on the corner of his mouth.

Feng Rugu's voice came from the door from afar: "Tell him to kneel down and wait for when he knows that he will respect his teacher and get up again."

Luo Fuchun had a bitter face, and poked half of his head in the basin and came in: "Master, I know I was wrong..."

Feng Rugu picked up an apricot and smashed it over.

Luo Fuchun flashed decisively and was poured half of his body again.

Sang Luojiu raised his hand to take it, wiped it with his cuffs, and handed it to Luo Fuchun's mouth, who was frowning and asked him to bite it and moisten his throat.

If you ignore the farce between their master and apprentice.

He looked through a book about the magical blood Gu technique, trying to find out the way to solve the Gu.

Ruyi had another attack the night before, and he was still full of thoughts about Feng Rugu, like a fire burning. Moreover, his illness became more and more strange, and his body's numerous reactions made him so ashamed and angry that he wanted to lead a sword to commit suicide.

He locked himself in the house, lit the acupoints, and recited the scriptures all night until it was dawn. He could no longer bear it and took an hour to guide the unbearable filthy thing with his hands before he improved a little.

Afterwards, he blushed and washed his underwear and washed it. After washing it, he was ashamed to let such things that had been contaminated with unclean things, so he simply threw them away quietly.

The detoxification matter is imminent and cannot be delayed any more.

Feng Rugu seemed to be interested in such books of the side and left-minded. He took the books and Rugu one by one and read them. Ruyi was able to free up his hand and peeled apples for Feng Rugu to eat. He left the peeled string of fruit peels for himself as he did when he was a child.

At this moment, a faint bell suddenly sounded from the door.

Feng Rugu moved his ears, closed the scroll and looked at the door, then raised the book again, blocked his face, and smiled and said, "Here you come?"

The person outside the moon gate put down his fingers against his lips, signaling Luo Fuchun and Sang Luojiu's quiet fingers.

Chang Boning stood behind the man, smirking and pushing her: "Go in, just say you can't escape his ears."

The next moment, a medicine scale with a small silver melon bell tied to a crisper ding bell sound, and the person holding the medicine scale stepped into the hospital in one step, smiling sweetly, and gloriously as if the rose: "Little Brother--"

Before he could turn around, he heard this title and Ruyi's body became completely stiff.
Chapter completed!