Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

Chunjun ignored his crazy words, and still buried his head in wiping the blood on the sword.

Yu Fuchen felt bored, and was about to ask him how to get rid of the poison of the ghost claw curse, when he saw a bright light flashing in the distance, and a bird made of spiritual power came lightly.

He raised his hand to catch the messenger from afar, tore open the sealed letter paper, and a line of delicate handwriting suddenly jumped on the paper.

[Wu Shandu and Daoxu are united and will attack Xueyu City in a few days. Wanwang is on guard. 】

The signature at the end is actually...

"Xiao Chen?"

In addition to the identity of Yingshen Sword Spirit, this person in front of him is also in charge of Buddhist sect in Xiujie, Yu Fuchen can't reveal too much, suppressing the doubts in his heart, he suddenly snatched the sharp blade from Chunjun's hand , and turned to put it on the latter's neck as a threat.

"I'll ask you again, how can I save Ming Si Nian?"

"You think the sword will kill the sword spirit? It's ridiculous."

"But I can destroy Chunjun."

As he spoke, he flicked the blade of the sword, the ethereal sound was very pleasant, it really is a good sword!

The other party sighed, got up and put the ghost claw into his sleeve, and looked at him calmly.

"Only the pure yang spirit fetus can cure the poison of the ghost claw."

"……I??"

"You were not a spiritual fetus a hundred years ago, don't be shameless, you are talking about your unformed cub. If the price of saving him is to sacrifice your flesh and blood with Lord Fahua, you will desperately change it Ming Weizhi's life?"

"I want both lives."

It was an answer that was exactly the same as Feng Changhuan's back then.

Yu Fuchen turned around and left, but it was Chun Jun who opened the mouth to keep him first.

"Wait a minute, you still don't know how to save people."

Seeing him stop, although she was helpless, Chunjun did not hold back.

"Mix the essence and blood of the spirit fetus into clear dew, and apply it to the wound for three days to remove the remaining poison, and he will wake up by himself."

"Thank you."

After walking a few steps, Yu Fuchen realized that he was still holding Chunjun in his hand, and after handing the famous sword to the other party, he said again: "So far, the grievances between you and me have been settled, and there is no need to regret the mistake of the first thought, and there is no need to show mercy , it’s difficult everywhere.”

"Mr. Changtian..."

"Forget about that name that I hate so much. From now on, I have nothing to do with Jiuchongtian. If I have to sort out the relationship, I will only be an enemy."

Leave resolutely, without dragging your feet.

In fact, today's decision was doomed as early as that year, so there is no regret, let alone luck.

After learning the way to save people, Yu Fuchen was not in a hurry to return to the Prince's Mansion, but made a detour to Miyagi.

After the catastrophe, the snow mist was dead silent, only the slight sound of blood rain falling to the ground was heard, and the city was full of ruins, and no one cared about it.

Counting the end of the year, it should be a big day for the New Year’s Eve. In the past, it must have been decorated with lanterns and festoons to celebrate the festive season. Now, the only thing that dyes the whole dead city red is the stinky blood.

Fortunately, there are still bright lights shining in the palace, illuminating the dark and hopeless night.

Yu Fuchen chased after the starlight, and saw a Gu demon bound by a spirit chain, struggling with all his strength under the flames, wailing loudly from time to time, finally overwhelmed by the blazing heat, and turned into a pool of ashes in pain.

And the person who stood in front of the court and ignored the whole process was praying for heavy rain that day to extinguish the snow and fire.

"Superintendent, this is..."

"The raging fire of the nine suns can burn away the evil karma in the world. If there is no way out, I wouldn't make such a bad plan."

As soon as the words fell, the ashes that hadn't been blown away by the wind twisted and gathered a human form, and after a while, they reverted to a vicious Gu Yao, biting towards Sui Chenyue with its bloody mouth open.

"This has been repeated dozens of times. In the past few days, I have been studying the method of completely destroying the Gu monsters. However, even if I use the fire of the nine suns, I still can't kill these harmful beasts!"

Seeing Yu Fuchen's bewildered face, Sui Chenyue remembered his deafness, sighed and pointed to the upper level of Tongtian Tower, while she stayed where she was and confronted the Gu monster.

Following the direction he pointed, Yu Fuchen saw Changming, the emperor of Beiming, who was overlooking the tragic situation in the imperial capital on the balcony. There was no trace of emotion on his face that didn't age, as if the storm in the city had nothing to do with him.

On the contrary, Gu Qingzhou, who was guarding behind him, saw a rare visitor coming to the door, stepped forward to fill three glasses of sake for him, and placed them one by one on the empty table.

At this time, Chang Ming stood up unhurriedly, and slowly shifted his gaze to Yu Fuchen, looking him up and down.

It can be seen that this young man has been very down and out recently, with serious injuries and lack of rest, his eyes are stained with black and blue, and the blood on his cheeks has also lost color, but his guard against people remains unchanged.

With a polite smile, Chang Ming raised his hand as a gesture of invitation, pointing to three glasses of clear wine.

What he said was conveyed by Gu Qingzhou on behalf of the writer.

"Long time no see, three cups of sake, let's talk about our feelings."

Yu Fuchen had reason to suspect that the old fox had poisoned the wine. If it wasn't for the fact that he was at a disadvantage due to the enemy, he might have become his dead soul before he could step into this door.

Regarding this, Yu Fuchen was quite calm, without any nonsense, picked up the wine cup and drank it down in one gulp, licked the corner of his mouth at the end, his brows were furrowed, thinking what tricks this old fox is playing again?

Chang Ming smiled without saying a word, and pointed to the second cup, Yu Fuchen murmured in his heart, and still drank a tonne.

It's a pity that after drinking two cups, the doubts in my heart increased instead of diminishing.

When it came to the third cup, he sniffed and didn't smell the tempting aroma, licked a drop on the tip of his tongue, closed his eyes and shook his head, and put down most of the remaining cup.

"Son, are you teasing me?"

"Oh? How do you say this?"

"The three cups of good wine are all clear water. Is this how the royal family treats guests?"

Changming's expression remained calm, without showing a trace of surprise.

"Strong wine has its own scorching throat, and you can't taste the taste, but it doesn't mean that the wine is really tasteless and tasteless as you said."

Yu Fuchen paused for a moment, and sure enough, there was a burning sensation in his mouth, and a sense of crisis was quietly growing in his heart.

Could it be...

"Recently there have been a lot of miscellaneous things in Xuewu City, let you forget about the Forgetfulness Gu for a while, now you can't hear, and even your sense of smell and taste is gone. , You can't even feel the last trace of warmth, your heart is blinded by spider threads, and all good thoughts are pulled out, leaving only jealousy, sorrow, unwillingness, and pain. At that time, how will you face it?"

"If I want to leave the master who is coveted by Tianluo and Xuewu City, which has external troubles and internal troubles, I can't do it."

"Where there is gain, there must be loss. People have to pay the price for their own choices. Since this is the path you choose, there is no room for the widow to comment."

"I think the emperor must have thought of the way to return to the world. Your three glasses of wine are not just to make me realize that my time is running out."

Seeing that his behavior was quite different from the last time we met, Chang Ming smiled helplessly.

"Have you ever noticed the difference between these three glasses of wine?"

He picked up the wine cup that Yu Fuchen had just chosen first, and gently twirled the rim of the cup with his fingertips.

"The first cup of wine is named Nian Shi'en. This cup is not decorated too much. It is polished by Runyu, filled with fairy dew, which adds a warm taste and retains a sweet and mellow flavor. It is rare in the world. It is a famous product, so it is named Qiongshang."

"Near Master?"

"That's right, the wine at the teacher appreciation banquet is always elegant and pleasant but not intoxicating. Even if you drink too much, you won't be able to turn black and white and do anything wrong."

Hearing that these words were obviously mocking him for doing such and such things to his master, Yu Fuchen felt quite upset, and asked coldly, "What about the second cup?"

"The second cup is called Farewell to My Father. The liquor is brewed from absinthe. It is bitter and intoxicating. It is often served before the spirit of ordinary people when paying homage to their dead relatives. It can temporarily relieve their grief. The wine bottle is made of pure silver. , It is three parts of the poison of the medicine, and the poison will appear black when the poison enters the silverware. This half black and not white color is exactly the appearance of the human heart when it has not changed, so it is also called the death bottle."

"There is such a meaning, the emperor really has a heart, I guess this third cup must be called to see you in the next life."

Chang Ming smiled at him for a long time, stared at Yu Fuchen a little hairy, rubbed the goose bumps on his arms, winked and made an ugly smile.

"Nonsense, I haven't read any books, the emperor laughed at me."

Chang Ming took the brush from Gu Qingzhou's hand and wrote down his answer himself.

"The third cup is called entering reincarnation. A little bit of forgetting things will hurt your throat and heart. You just take a sip, and you will be burned by the aftertaste aftertaste. You can see the pain of reincarnation and the pain of rebirth. This drink is made of real fire. It is made of seven-color colored glaze, which is a metaphor for all living beings and the seven sufferings in the world. Only after a thousand sails are exhausted, can the will be bright, hence the name, Juejue."

Yu Fuchen was dumbfounded.

He watched Chang Ming's family wandering towards the tall buildings and pavilions, guarding his lonely imperial power alone, but what he faced was a dead city with no life left.

He gripped the railing tightly, the veins on the back of his hand were bulging, and he paused in pain: "It's the widow who made a mistake..."

Gu Qingzhou's hand holding the pen paused, and the handwriting that he wrote again became blurred with slight tremors.

"I want to build a nine-layered city tower, and the evil spirits are hard to urge. I want to be transformed into a long wind, and I can't be defeated... In the end, I failed. There are no eggs under the nest. Changming, Gufeng, and even Tianxiangyu The people, how can it be possible to be alone?"

"Son, it's not too late for you to regret it now."

Changming raised his eyes and looked at Yu Fuchen with a look full of sadness, compared with the indifferent emperor before, there was a little more warmth of real human affection.

"Actually, Ming Gong Shang knows you very well. He has not given up on his original intention. He firmly believes that you will one day be fully enlightened. He has worked hard for this for many years and has never let go of his kindness of worrying about the country and the people. Of course, I am not belittling you for lack of what Ming Jun should have. Quality, at least now it seems that there is still room for return, as long as you agree to my request, I will do my best to help."

"You are nothing more than seeking happiness and comprehensiveness. I am in the same position as you, so I should do my best."

Yu Fuchen smiled, and poked Chang Ming's face that was always expressionless.

"I can see everything in my mind. Now that the battle line is determined, I might as well point out the way for the emperor. Your good son, the good prince of the mortal world, Ming Gongshang, has worked hard to build an elite team of Xuanjia, which will become a snow mist. With the help of the mediation between the city and Xiujie, before I return, how to make good use of this chess piece is up to you, the emperor."

"It seems that you still want to leave Snow Misty City temporarily?"

"Naturally, the Son of Heaven has pointed out the clear way to 'enter reincarnation' for me. Wouldn't it be disappointing for you not to take a gamble?"

Chang Ming shook his head helplessly, and couldn't help but look at him and smile.

"I hope that the widow and you in the future will not regret today's choice."