Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

"No! I don't agree! Our side is in the open, and the enemy is in the dark. We haven't found out the identity of the other party, let alone what his strength is. How can we let Wei Zhi take risks?"

Bu Yinlou's words were to the point. Before that, Yu Fuchen had never thought of taking risks, and the last goal was Ming Sinian, which was even more unexpected.

On the other hand, Daju himself didn't respond to this, neither did he have the consciousness to die generously as a bait, nor did he seem to intend to be caught as a turtle in the urn.

It was already evening when we returned to the Prince's Mansion, and winter nights always come very early, so Yu Fuchen went to see Feng Changhuan without saying a word, and only half a moment after entering the house, he was knocked out the door by Hu Hu.

They are obviously his own flesh and blood, but they seem like a pair of enemies in the past life.

However, Yu Fuchen was very satisfied with Rouhuhu's desire to protect Feng Changhuan, at least in this way he would have one more person to protect him, and he would become that person's concern.

After a lot of persuasion, the fleshy man was reluctant to let Yu Fuchen in. Feng Changhuan, who hadn't recovered yet, saw that he got up subconsciously, but the only thing that could move in Hun's body was his mouth, and he wanted to open his mouth to break the silence. Feeling that the situation was too embarrassing, he simply closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

"Master, you have never disliked bitter medicine. Why did you play a childish temper today? Are you mad at me for going out for a day and coming back to accompany you so late?"

"……no."

"That's because I didn't take good care of Master last night, and I didn't take good care of him."

"you……"

The teasing made him blush, so Yu Fuchen gave up, took the medicine bowl from the maid, tasted the temperature himself, and then supported the man in his arms, and fed him the bitter medicine spoonful by spoonful.

"Today, I'm going with the prince to investigate the bloody case that happened in Xuemi City recently. The situation is not optimistic, so I have to go."

"I heard about Xuannan being arrested, what's going on?"

Yu Fuchen explained the details, and knowing that Ming Si Nian was in a bad situation, Feng Changhuan was naturally worried, if he hadn't had to stay in bed to recover from his injuries, he would have personally protected his apprentice right now.

"As for the murderer, I think Master must be the same person as I guessed."

Needless to say, Yu Fuchen, who has seen the power of the ghost claw, can't think of anyone other than nothingness, and Feng Changhuan knows it well.

"We must not allow him to kill 18 people. The matter is of great importance. The Xuanji Pagoda must be notified. Before that, we must protect Weizhi and stop his actions. As a teacher, we are not allowed to get sick!"

"Master, don't worry, if nothingness dares to come, he will definitely come and go. Before worrying about others, it is better to take care of your body first. I asked Wei Zhi, this lotus root powder ball has no effect on the efficacy of the medicine. I specially asked the crown prince for a bowl to eat while it's hot, ah..."

Under his careful care, Feng Changhuan felt that he couldn't hold his face, and he couldn't move when he wanted to hide. Seeing the spoon was brought to his mouth, perhaps his blood surged up and opened up his stagnant meridian, so he raised his right hand in a panic.

"I... I can come by myself!"

After touching that person, the atmosphere became gentle.

Tensioned for many days without daring to bring up the moment when Feng Changhuan almost parted from life and death, Feng Changhuan felt the real feeling of regaining what was lost. The hand that wanted to push him away turned to grab Yu Fuchen's collar, and pulled him away with a force that would be difficult for a severely injured person to use. When it comes to the front, no matter what the relationship between master and apprentice is, the difference in seniority.

"Bah, you shouldn't listen to the old monk's words, stop being a master and apprentice, and be a man."

After finishing speaking, he raised his neck and kissed that person actively, and for the first time in his life, he did it casually under the trend of nature.

Such a bold move shocked Yu Fuchen, he was stunned for a moment, and then went deeper.

Dry firewood and fire can be ignited at the touch of a button.

Ming Sinian saw Rouhuhu having fun rolling in the courtyard, fearing that the womb would get sick from the cold, so he carried Rouhuhu into Feng Changhuan's room. As soon as he entered the door, he saw the two hugging and kissing each other inseparably, so he hurriedly left room to rub his eyes.

Up to now, even he himself has a same-sex Taoist partner, but he still can't adapt to the bold two.

He looked up at the star-studded night sky, stroked the excited flesh in his arms, and was about to say something to ease the atmosphere, when he felt a stabbing pain in his shoulder, blurred his vision for a moment, and then the remaining snow on the ground was stained red with blood.

"The last one... dies."

Ming Si Nian looked back, and saw a man in black standing on the cornice, with a bright red scarf wrapped around his neck, which was particularly eye-catching under the night. He was holding a wooden plaque engraved with Ming Si Nian's name in his hand. It is ground into powder and scattered in the wind.

Ming Si Nian let out a painful breath, covered the fresh wound on his shoulder with the cold mist and smiled, "Is the last target really me?"

The man in black flicked a rosary bead, put his hand across his palm, glanced at Ming Si Nian, and appeared behind the man in the blink of an eye. The speed was so fast that it was hard to react.

It was supposed to repeat the same trick to break Ming Sinian's neck, but this doctor was unexpectedly difficult. Knowing that the other party's target was him, he pushed the bewildered flesh out, and at the same time drew out his martial arts to protect himself .

His long sword was even sharper than in Lingxue Palace, with a flash of cold light, a cut was made on the sleeve of the man in black.

Ming Sinian kept a distance from the others and held a stalemate, pointing his sword at the man in black who wanted to take his life.

At this moment, a loud noise interrupted the stalemate between the two.

Yu Fuchen, who was supposed to be gentle with others in the house, stomped down on the door panel with his foot on the door, his eyes blazing fiercely as he approached the uninvited guest.

"You really have the guts to come to provoke me, have you figured out how to die?"

Since returning from Jiuyin Island, Yu Fuchen seemed to have changed inside and out, and even his previously disorganized martial arts had changed in just a few days to look like a person in the world of cultivation.

Although Ming Si Nian didn't know the secret, he could faintly feel the mystery, knowing that he was no match for the black-clothed assassin, so he resolutely withdrew from the battle.

Noticing the evil spirit rising from Yu Fuchen's body, and the increasingly clear floodlight inscriptions appearing on the muscles and bones, the man in black felt astonished for a moment and thought of retreating, but hesitated for a moment when he saw the slightly injured Ming Sinian.

Obviously, he didn't want to let go of this opportunity to reap human lives, and he was afraid of Yu Fuchen who had recovered his semi-successful power. He had a battle between heaven and man in his heart, and finally he had the idea of ​​taking risks out of luck.

"Why bother to fight Jiu Chongtian for a mortal who is destined not to live long? Even if I don't kill him, there will be a day in the future who will take over the Yin body. Why not let him realize the maximum value of his existence before he dies?"

As soon as the evil words came out of his mouth, the black-clothed assassin felt a pain on his face, and it was Yu Fuchen, who had extraordinary agility, rushed to him and slapped him with his hand.

"I haven't seen you for many years, and you are still stupid and naive. You shouldn't hit the people I care about, because even if you are disappointed, Emperor Zun is not willing to destroy the famous artifacts he carefully collected and refined, and I am different from him, like You should be thrown into the Nine Suns True Fire to recast your spirituality and kindness."

In the end, Yu Fuchen pinched the assassin's chin and called out in a low voice: "Chi Xiao."

The third sword in the Yingshen sword box, the sword spirit contained in it is actually a reckless man, it's ridiculous!

Yu Fuchen's provocation angered Chi Xiao, who had been silent for many years, a blood-red long sword came out following his growl, and went straight to the man's neck.

The two fought at the same place without saying a word, and the blood light of Luan Dao and Chi Xiao's red light blended with each other, making it difficult for onlookers to tell who had the upper hand.

Ming Sinian gritted his teeth and pulled out the hidden weapon stabbed in the wound, pressed the wound that was gushing blood, and cast a spell on his acupuncture points to stop the bleeding. Before he could catch his breath, he was caught off guard and torn apart by the ghost claws passing through body.

Under the excruciating pain, Ming Sinian couldn't even scream, and instantly collapsed into the arms of the person behind him.

At the moment of catching Ming Si Nian, the visitor hit the inseparable two with a palm of light, ordering both parties to stop before the situation became irreversible.

Yu Fuchen became suspicious when he saw the spirit, the orange light, the ghost claw... who else could it be except the nothingness of the Buddhist sect?

But the person strangling Ming Si Nian was not the elegant scum in white clothes in memory, with long flowing hair scattered in the wind, a knife wound ran across the face and pierced the bridge of the nose, and the terrifying ghost claw covered with blue veins was bearing the life of the person in his hand threat.

"It seems that you have recovered your memory, long-lost Chang Tianjun."

"nothingness?"

"It's no longer necessary to call me Chunjun by false names. His Highness calls me Chunjun."

"Since you still regard me as His Highness, then I order you to let go of Ming Weizhi."

"Forgiveness is hard to obey."

The ghost claw that was raging on the wound suddenly left the body, and blood flowed profusely. Ming Sinian let out a cry of pain, and the moment he opened his mouth, he was caught by nothingness, or Chun Jun pinched his jaws, and was forced to swallow the food thrown by Chi Xiao. The last rosary.

Seeing that Mingsi's life was at stake, Yu Fuchen no longer had the patience to wait and the kindness of his subordinates to show mercy. A horizontal knife forced Chi Xiao to retreat a few steps, and rushed to Chunjun at the same time, turning the direction of Luan knife in his hand, showing no mercy Cut to his ghost claws pinching Ming Si Nian's throat.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Chunjun had to drag the seriously injured Ming Sinian to stand in front of him, forcing Yu Fuchen who had some scruples to stop.

Fortunately, Buyinlou had arrived Yufeng at this time, and seeing Ming Sinian's situation from a distance was not good, so he immediately joined the battle.

Usually, Young Master Bu is a dandy who is good at using swordsmanship and loves to put on airs. Only when his life is at stake will Ling Xuejian turn into a seven-foot long whip.

Before that, Yu Fuchen had the honor to meet him only once.

At this moment, even if Bu Yinlou faced the sword spirit, he did not have the slightest intention of retreating. He only wanted to save Ming Sinian. To Chi Xiao's side.

"Even if the price of Ming Si Nian's meager life tonight is that the women in Xuemi City will suffer in the future, are you still determined to rescue him?"

"If you can't even protect the people around you, how can you talk about the common people? If you dare to offend me, you will kill me!"

As soon as the words fell, Chi Xiao, who was behind the cover, let out a scream. It was Ming Sinian, who was on the verge of death, struggling to draw out his martial arts, stabbing into the back with his remaining strength, and seriously injured the defenseless Chi Xiao.

Chun Jun was unwilling, but couldn't bear the reversal of the situation, so he gritted his teeth and growled: "Retreat!"

Then he pulled Chi Xiao into two sword lights and fled from the place of right and wrong.

Ming Sinian whimpered, lost strength, vomited blood and fell to the ground. Bu Yinlou hurriedly held him in his arms, and pressed his bleeding wound with both hands.

Thinking of the rosary that Cai Chunjun poured into him just now, he couldn't help comforting him: "Wei Zhi! Hold on, it's okay, it'll be fine!!"

But the strike was merciless, and he punched Ming Sinian in the abdomen, forcing him to spit out foreign objects along with the blood.

As if struggling to die, Ming Sinian grabbed the skirt of Bu Yinlou's clothes, and explained something indistinctly with blood in his mouth, tears streaming down his face in pain.

"Wei Zhi, needless to say! I don't allow you to die, and I don't allow you to confess your last words!!"

The words were said like this, but the body moved honestly to the man's lips, and he heard the most insane sentence in this life from a serious person.

"Master Donghai Medical Immortal...will never admit defeat!!"

The author has something to say: I wish everyone a happy Valentine's Day!Tonight, the CPs of all lines must work until dawn! !See you in a dream.

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