Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

The two chattered non-stop, and the arguing was so painful, after a few rounds, the young man's mouth wasn't dry yet, but the old man couldn't take it anymore.

"Why don't you ask him what he wants?"

This statement made sense, the two glared at each other, pushed and pushed in front of Feng Changhuan, and in an instant there were two menacing faces in front of them, which made the man shrank his neck in fright.

Yu Fuchen and Ming Sinian were arguing, first demolishing the other party, and then blowing themselves up to the sky, refusing to give in for half a step, and later developed into cursing, wishing to fight each other.

Feng Changhuan squatted on the ground and looked up at the chattering two people, a drop of cold sweat rolled down his forehead, he blinked his eyes, and looked a little dazed.Yu Fuchen felt guilty, knowing that he was taken for a fool by a fool...

In front of the deaf people, luckily they can still speak out. They rubbed their aching temples for a quiet retreat. Unable to bear the embarrassment, they went straight to Feng Changhuan, patted him on the shoulder, and moved closer to him. in his ear.

He sank into his dantian, and roared with the sound amplification technique: "How difficult it is! These two children want to worship you as a teacher——"

With the roar of the east lion, the entire Wuxiang mountain trembled three times.

Yu Fuchen treated Feng Changhuan as a useless person from the very beginning, and didn't expect any reaction from him, so he was surprised when he saw the man wave his hands in a panic.

There is a reaction... Doesn't it mean that his ears are good?

The forbidden spell, the disability... Could it be that they are also pretending? ?

Xu Gui's eyes darkened: "What? I'm afraid I can't teach well——"

The man shook his head again, raised his finger and pointed at himself, slapped his palms on the bluestone slab under his feet, and said something with his mouth, probably in rejection.

There are very few people in the world who can understand lip language, and they are half-skilled, and dare to think that they are one of them. After reading it with a half-knowledge, he explained without shame: "He said he didn't want to accept it, and he was about to die."

"..."

What Feng Changhuan wanted to say was clearly: If you want me to take these two stones, it would be better to smash them into pieces...

But the young people are soft-spoken, and Ming Sinian disrupted the situation. Yu Fuchen, who originally didn't intend to take Feng Changhuan as his teacher, also became stubborn. The more people hinder him, the more he wants to fight to the death .

The ending was that Feng Changhuan, who couldn't help himself, was pushed in the front seat by Xu Gui, and had to listen to the introduction declarations of the two teenagers to determine who was more in line with the purpose of the teacher.

But before that, Yu Fuchen caught a detail, and that was Xugui's name for Feng Changhuan.

"Xugui, you told him to know the difficulty..."

"His name. Remember never to mention the word Changhuan in front of him in the future. This is his Nilin."

Yu Fuchen didn't ask any more questions, walked up to Feng Changhuan who was sitting upright, took the half cup of tea that Xugui drank earlier, and bowed his head respectfully.

He doesn't have a lot of Chinese and ink, but he has long been familiar with the rhetoric of apprenticeship. Yu Fuchen, who just wants to worship under Master Xuyun, never thought that one day he would be reduced to a lonely family and had to ask for help. Leaning at the knees of a monster pretending to be stupid...

That's right, pretending to be crazy and acting stupid.

As early as Feng Changhuan showed familiarity with Xugui as an old friend, Yu Fuchen knew that this person's consciousness was always clear, and the occasional dazed state was just because he had a strange fear of the long-lost secular world, and Ming What Si Nian said was not the same, but he guessed right.

That was Feng Changhuan's half-dead state, perhaps not a complete person at all.

Can such a person really lead him on the right path...

Yu Fuchen put aside the uneasiness in his heart for the time being: "Master, please accept my apprentice..."

"Hey hey hey, I haven't been a teacher yet, what is your name, master? Also, your voice is similar to the movement of a mosquito, so it's strange that he can hear it."

Helpless, Yu Fuchen had no choice but to take a deep breath, imitating Xugui's previous appearance, cast a sound amplification technique on himself, and shouted with all his strength: "Please take me as a disciple——!"

The barbarian was full of anger like a mad dog, and Ming Sinian covered his ears and stepped back a few steps, only to feel the Gu worms in his body startled by his sound and become agitated again.

Feng Changhuan must have heard his words, nodded, and no longer stubbornly refused as before, stretched out his hands forward, palms facing upwards, asking for something.

"No money..."

"He wants to see your prowess, so that he can confirm whether to accept you as a disciple."

Xu Gui explained painstakingly, picked up the orchid fingers to lift the straps on his wristbands, and put the young man's scorching hands together with the icy cold palms.

He obviously felt that the latter's movements were stagnant, his whole body was stiff, and he was writhing uneasily. He thought it was because he was not used to skin-to-skin contact. Zong is really harmful.

It wasn't until he glanced under Yu Fuchen's body that Xugui understood everything, and thought to himself: Beast-born things...

He can react to a half-dead old man, isn't he a beast?

In fact, it is not difficult to understand that Feng Changhuan's appearance is one of the best in the world. Good-looking people have nothing to do with gender, and they can be summed up in one word: beauty.

The only shortcoming is that he is morbidly pale, without the slightest aura of a living person, so no matter how lecherous he is, he will stay away from him.

As for the person in front of him, he can only be described as reckless.

If it weren't for this atmosphere, Xu Gui would definitely persuade him not to go astray, tsk...it's a pity.

Fortunately, Yu Fuchen quickly controlled himself to let go of his desire-thoughts, closed his eyes and concentrating on summoning his martial arts.

I can feel the blood boiling in my body, as if there is a mad dragon trying to break free.

In just a moment, a long blade that was completely black and natural appeared out of thin air in his palm. The blade was forged from thousand-year-old cold iron. It kills evil spirits.

At the end of the handle of the knife is engraved a ostrich ostrich, which is surrounded by fiery wings and tail feathers, protecting the rare magic weapon.

Seeing such a shocking scene, Ming Si Nian, who had stepped back a few steps before, stepped forward, staring at the awe-inspiring martial arts surrounded by aura of abyss, and murmured: "Luanfeng and phoenix sing together, swords and swords are in pairs!" How... How could it be in his hands?"

Most of the martial arts possessed by capable people and strangers in the cultivation world are forged by primordial spirits. When they are cultivated enough to form golden pills, they will use their own spiritual power to condense the divine martial arts that best suit their attributes and tactics, or the martial arts of their own sect. The usual weapon form, or some strange, never-before-seen style, so the monk and the weapon are born from the same root, and when the body dies, the martial arts will also return to silence.

Some monks with extraordinary spiritual power are not satisfied to stop here. In order to greatly increase their combat power, they will consume more spiritual power to condense more martial arts. The principle is still the same.

And some people are born with extraordinary talents. They are born with abundant spiritual power, and even overflow their bodies to nourish all things and maintain the laws of the world. Refining spiritual power can drive ancient gods and martial arts, obviously Yu Fuchen is one of them.

Ming Si Nian is also flattered by others for his talent, but he is a mortal body after all, and he still has to rely on his own soul to create martial arts. Facing Yu Fuchen who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, there is always envy, not to mention jealousy.only……

"Why is Luanfeng Heming? The Phoenix Emperor's swords are missing, and his Luan Saber..."

"I don't know, I don't know, I don't understand." Xu Gui answered three nos, sat aside as usual, and added in a nonchalant way: "Maybe he is the reincarnation of Prince Changqin."

Although it was a joke, Ming Si Nian was shocked, and even more unwilling, biting his lower lip until his lower lip turned white, so he turned his gaze to Feng Changhuan.

The man's hands and arms were trembling, his eyes were lowered to stare at Luan Dao, his forehead hair covered his eyes, and he couldn't see what was going on in his heart.

Like Ming Sinian, Xu Shi was astonished at the appearance of this martial arts.

Yu Fuchen was full of worries, hesitating whether to ask a question, but he saw Feng Changhuan leaning forward, unable to support the weight of the Luan Saber, and fell into his arms with a sore back...

Suddenly dead silence.

Ming Sinian finally understood that this person might be really stupid, he was indifferent when he saw Shenwu, and he was suffocated only because of his weak spiritual power.

Yu Fuchen also realized it later, took away the Luan knife and helped him back to his original place and sat down. To show his courtesy, he even pinched the wrist that was sore from the force. , no charge!

"The Luan knife is too murderous and bloody, he doesn't like it."

What kind of bullshit reason is this... Yu Fuchen thought to himself: Ten years ago, you caused chaos in the world, harmed the common people, caused corpses to litter the fields, and blood flowed into rivers. Murderous? !

He felt that maybe from the very beginning, Feng Changhuan had no intention of accepting apprentices. This matter is about fate, about your love and my willingness. The twisted melon is not sweet, and it is destined to miss, so there is no need to force it.

Therefore, when Ming Si Nian stepped forward to push him aside, he stepped back very readily, and he did not forget to remind: "Don't waste your efforts in vain."

To Ming Sinian's ears, the implication is that a master like him who is so talented can't get it, and he must be useless.

Ming Si Nian was born with aloofness and arrogance, the more he was blocked, the more he didn't believe in this evil, he stared at him fiercely and said nothing, then covered Feng Chang Huan's palms after concentrating, the biting cold touch made him frown.

The thin lips parted slightly, the incantation was tactful, and then a soft light suddenly appeared.

After a while, Feng Changhuan had a crystal-clear flute in his hand, like a flute carved from suet jade, with a slight warmth, hooked between his sculpted jade-colored fingers, with a special charm.

This flute is tied with gold threads at the end and a pair of flying cranes are engraved on it.

Feng Changhuan pulled Ming Sinian's hand flat, and wrote in his palm: "Such a fairy flute, why not match it with tassels and long ears?"

Ming Sinian also wrote the answer in his palm: "Patriarch Yikui once said that Tassel has the meaning of reciprocating love. She has many disciples and is unable to teach with all her heart. If one day I can see a good teacher, I will ask him to tie up the long hair for me. Sui will be fine."

He was about to close his hand after writing, but Feng Changhuan held it back, and his quiet eyes looked at him for a long time, unfathomable, but not offensive.

Ming Si Nian was a little dazed, he felt that for a moment, the cold fingertips that had colluded with him seemed to have a little warmth, and it disappeared in a flash.

Feng Changhuan suddenly showed a gentle smile, contrary to the previous stupid attitude, raised his hand to take a new teacup, poured the cold tea soup into it, and handed it to Ming Sinian.

This means that it is obvious that he is willing to accept this Taoyuan disciple as his disciple.

Ming Si Nian couldn't hide his joy. When he smiled, he dispelled the gloom between his brows. He took the teacup with great excitement, knelt down in front of Feng Changhuan, bowed three times and kowtowed nine times, and offered the tea respectfully. .

I have to say that Xugui's tea is really unpalatable, as light as clear water, and the aftertaste is bitter and astringent, which is not much better than the spiciness of strong wine. The apprentice's heart could only bear until the tip of his nose turned red, and then returned the dried tea cup to Ming Sinian.

"Master, please be respected by your disciples."

This time, Ming Sinian spoke upright, kowtowed and called the master, Yu Fuchen felt sore when he heard it.

"What's wrong with me, why doesn't he accept me?"

"Master is good-looking, so of course he only accepts good-looking apprentices, and the ugly ones stay aside." Ming Sinian brushed past him again, with a hint of provocation in his eyes, which made Yu Fuchen's heart arouse.

It's fine if you can't worship as a teacher, but you still want to mock him for being inferior?

The matter has come to this point, no amount of talking is useless, instead of begging the arrogant orange cat to help him, it is better to find a way to move some hands and feet with Feng Changhuan, even though he knows that this is not a glorious thing, he still can't swallow that breath.

Comparing integrity and face, the latter is better in the end.

The old monk has taught that a man can bend and stretch, even if he refuses to accept this kind of grievance, how will he succeed in the future?

So, Yu Fuchen, who had experienced a battle between heaven and man, put on a flattering smile, leaned in front of Feng Changhuan, and wrote in the palm of that person with style.

"I don't understand one thing. Why don't you accept me as an apprentice? I have never hurt anyone, and I consider myself a conscience. How can I not compare to him?"

Feng Changhuan looked serious and asked, "Who am I?"

Not knowing how to answer right now, Yu Fuchen wrote two words in a daze: "Beauty..."

Now it was the man's turn to be in a daze, with contempt in his eyes.

After standing with each other for a long time, he raised his hand to give the wolf cub a slap that didn't hurt or itch. The cold five fingers just brushed across his face, which was more like a caress than a lesson.

"Stupid thing, I'm a villain! The crimes in the world are extremely heinous, so naturally you can only be villains. You are as innocent as snow falling from the sky. How can I accept you?"

At the moment, his consciousness is normal, and his words are well-founded. Yu Fuchen spoke, pointing to Ming Sinian who was standing behind Feng Changhuan with folded arms, drinking sake with his head raised.

"Since that's the case, then he also did evil things to become your first apprentice?"

The old ghost said confidently, "Naturally."

"Then I also do some evil things and become a villain, so I can worship you as my teacher?"

Seeing him nodding, the young man took an inch even further, and slapped his thigh: "It's a deal! I will do more evil at that time, can I ask him to call me senior brother regardless of the time I started?"

Ming Sinian: "... Ugly, do you want to find someone to fight with?"

After the apprenticeship episode, when Yu Fuchen and Ming Sinian came down from the top of the mountain, Xugui wiped the dust off his face, looked at Feng Changhuan with eyes as deep as an abyss, and raised his hand It shook in front of him, bringing the man back to his senses.

"I'll save you, and in return, you tell me the truth that you don't want to accept him as an apprentice. That's not too much."

Feng Changhuan was not surprised by this, rubbed his aching forehead, and said, "I can't remember, and I don't know either."

Still silent, but Xugui could read every word of him clearly.

"Okay, it's normal that you can't remember. The ten years I stayed in the Buddhist sect were just to wait for the day you come back. It's time to tell you the truth."

"No, I don't want to know, you'd better shut up."

"Since you asked sincerely, monk, I will show mercy."

"..."

"Feng Zhinan, it's not that you don't want to accept him, it's that you can't. He is your apprentice. The fate of master and apprentice was determined 17 years ago, and life and death have not been able to tear your friendship. Do you want to destroy it yourself? Abandon everything before and start from scratch?"

After finishing speaking, Xu Gui waved his sleeves and swept away. After the disguise spell was lifted, standing in front of Feng Changhuan was a glamorous enchanting monk with eye-catching redness.

He leaned forward, only a short distance away from Feng Changhuan, met the extremely indifferent eyes of the man, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly, smiling deeper.

"Fengzhinan, wake up, it's never him who needs you, but you, who need him..."