Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

Yu Fuchen would only stop when he was greatly moved, and patiently waited for him to calm down. He didn't even notice when Feng Changhuan woke up and sneaked away barefooted, until the man was bouncing around holding A round and smooth cabbage came in front of the two of them, poked its head out and shook it...

"It is not allowed to steal vegetables from the farmland in the village!!"

Yu Fuchen had nothing to do with him, what kind of virtue did he become from starving in the Lingxiao Tower, maybe it wasn't because he hadn't had enough to eat for ten years.

He said fiercely, and Ming Sinian immediately came back to his senses, and reprimanded him even more fiercely: "It's just a vegetable head, just buy it, you are not allowed to reprimand my master!"

With the support of his apprentices, Feng Changhuan hid behind Ming Sinian, nodded his lips, and patted the man on the shoulder, making Ming Sinian forget about the sad things at the right time, and focus on staring at Yu Fuchen.

Look at the expression of the gloating person...

Dog against man... Bah! !

Feng Changhuan sat sideways on Baizi's back, holding a cabbage and shining his eyes.

In the past, Yu Fuchen would often go down the mountain with Wuxiang Buddha to caress the people, and he was very kind when interacting with people, better than a deaf-mute man with a bad brain, and better than a son with a bad face who negotiated with the villagers and borrowed time Settle down in an empty house and temporarily settle down.

They were considered homeless, and before Feng Changhuan recovered his spiritual power and consciousness, An Sheng had to plan for a few days about where to go in the future.

Holding Ming Si Nian's thigh tightly, he will never be short of money again, but this person is too arrogant, he always only lives in the best private room of the inn, and when he glances at the dilapidated, thatched cottage that no one has lived in for a long time, His brows knit together.

"You just let my master live here?"

Yu Fuchen thought to himself that once under the Lingxiao Pagoda, your master was bound hands and feet and soaked in the holy water of the cold spring without saying anything for ten years. If you can’t give him thousands of mansions, it will be better than the previous hard life. He himself Didn't say anything, young master, don't pick and choose.

Although the words are true, they can't be said out of the mouth. Otherwise, with Ming Si Nian's violent temper and drinking, he may explode with extraordinary combat power, so there is no need to ask for trouble.

It's hard to reason with a drunk, just like dealing with Feng Changhuan, who is half-crazy but not stupid, he has to be coaxed.

So Yu Fuchen rubbed his hands and stepped forward, smiling like a profiteer.

"Master Ming, you don't know something. Now that the forces of the Twelve States are all over the place, there are many people who have their own thoughts after hearing that Kunlun executed your master. If people see some clues, it will cause unnecessary trouble. , it's better to be careful."

"Then...you don't have to live here."

"Otherwise do you have a better place to go?"

Ming Si Nian: "..."

"Look, even your master quite likes it here, don't rush it for a while."

At this moment, Feng Changhuan gave enough face, squatted in the grass very suitable for the occasion, plucked Lianqian grass and sent it to Bai Zi, hugging the cabbage lovingly, his bloody eyes were a little green from the reflection of the cabbage leaves.

Thinking of Master's ten years of suffering and all the grievances in the end to regain his freedom, Ming Si Nian felt sad, took away the cabbage and stuffed a piece of sweet candy wrapped in glutinous rice paper in his hand behind his hand.

It tastes like milk, and after eating it, you will never be addicted to cabbage again.

Fortunately, he understood that Yu Fuchen's advice was good for the situation, so he didn't refuse any more, ordered the ugly thing to clean the room, and dug out the magic weapon that had been treasured for a long time in his spare time, and when Yu Fuchen came back with a spider web on his head, he Juggling Feng Changhuan in front of the court.

Ming Si Nian held a gourd in his hand, and shook it upside down in front of the man, but not a single drop of water flowed out.

Seeing this, Feng Changhuan nodded, and Ming Sinian put his hand over the mouth of the gourd again, and muttered: "Pear Blossom Noodles."

Then he turned the mouth of the bottle to his usual silver jug, and there was the sound of water flowing in.

It was a rare thing that could satisfy his hobby.

During the days when he got along with Ming Si Nian, Yu Fuchen understood that this person had a good heart, and his sharp mouth and bad temper were not his shortcomings.

Drinking is.

He can't do without the flagon at hand, and he won't even put it in the Qiankun bag. There is a ribbon at the neck of the bottle that can be hung around the waist. Ordinary people wear sachets as accessories, but he is the only one who walks through the market with the flagon hanging. It looks like a dude.

"Wine Fairy, where did you get this stuff?"

Ming Si Nian didn't dislike the nickname, he tasted the meaning of it happily, and he was in a good mood: "I heard it was taken by Yulou. This thing is useful to me, and it is worth a thousand dollars."

Yu Fuchen coughed chokingly. He had heard that Tingyulou's Linglang treasures were expensive, but he never expected that Mingsi Nian would be able to spend so much money on a humble wine gourd. It was truly extravagant.

"Compared with other items, the gourd, which is not outstanding in appearance, is the reserve price. Its special feature is that it can reproduce the exact same wine when it is filled with wine. It is the only one in the world, and it is considered a rare item. If it wasn't for Taoxi Jian's face, fellow Taoists, maybe how much money I would have to disperse."

These words choked Yu Fuchen. Poverty made him unable to understand the life of the rich who spend money like water. He touched the only silver leaf left in his pocket and planned to do some farm work for the peasants who borrowed their houses to earn back money. The leaf that was still warm when I handed it away just now.

Standing in front of him, Ming Sinian exuded the aura of jewels all over his body, which made him feel ashamed and unable to say a word.

He finally understood where this big orange's arrogance came from. He was already living a superior life, so why would he look up to him?

Feng Changhuan was more curious about the taste of the jade liquid flowing out of the wine gourd than his apprentice's rich gold. He stretched out his fingertips to dip a little bit of it to his mouth, and licked it with the tip of his tongue.

There is no spicy taste, but the sweetness gradually spread. The aftertaste is the unique fragrance of pear blossom, which is addictive, so he took another sip, tasted the joy, and then smiled.

The mystery of pear flower brewing is that it is not as sweet as strong wine. It is tempting to drink more, and its stamina can make people suffer from a hangover for three to five days.

Earlier in the Ming Dynasty, I heard from Master Yikui that Feng Changhuan grew up in the Buddhist sect and never touched alcohol or meat. When he first came to Taoyuan, he tried the unique "Wangyou" It made him unable to get out of bed for three days, and finally he left Donghai with a whimper.

"Master is too strong to drink, it's best not to drink too much pear flower brew, otherwise..."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Changhuan in front of him began to shake, his eyes were blurred, and his cheeks were flushed.

No matter how shrewd Ren Ming Si Nian was, he would not have guessed that there was an apprentice who could last a thousand cups. His master couldn't drink enough to drink, and looked at Yu Fuchen for help. The latter was propping his chin with one hand, humming a little song comfortably.

"……Hey!"

"It's too late to think of me at this time, you want me to take the blame for the trouble you caused yourself?"

"Quickly think of a way!!"

"Oh, that's called ass wiping."

No matter what happens, you have to solve the problem.

Yu Fuchen stared at the dazed Feng Changhuan for a while, then suddenly became playful, stretched out a finger and stood between the two of them, and then shouted with deafening sound amplification: "Look! How many times is this?" !!!”

How could Feng Changhuan answer his question, he smiled silly for a while, stretched out his index fingers with both hands to poke the dimple of the man's prickly dimples, the strength was neither light nor heavy, forcing Yu Fuchen to take a few steps back.

"Be normal! Tell me, who is better-looking, me or this orange-haired raccoon cat—"

When the man was drunk, his cheeks were reddish, his eyes were blurred, his deliberate foolishness faded away, and he added a bit of immortality, which seemed a bit like when he first met at the top of Kunlun.

Yu Fuchen pointed at Ming Sinian, and did not deny that he wanted to be praised by him selfishly. Since he failed to enter the school as he wished, he always had a little inferiority complex, feeling that he was a little shorter than Taoyuan disciples, and he kept it in his heart for a long time. That "Master" can't be said, it's very wronged.

When the latter heard this address, he frowned in response to the situation, got up and punched him mercilessly in the face, Yu Fuchen only heard a crisp sound from his jaw, and he wailed and wailed in pain incessantly.

How is this doctor so strong!If it were a patient, he would have been beaten to death by him long ago, and what a doctor! !

Feng Changhuan thought about this question very seriously. He squinted his eyes and stared at Ming Sinian for a while, then glanced at Yu Changhuan, who had a distorted expression and reluctantly reset his dislocated jaw. On my son's chest, I tapped a little.

Seeing this, Yu Fuchen wiped the saliva that came out of his mouth with his cuff, and said vaguely: "Not only is he deaf and dumb, he may also be blind..."

The elated Ming Sinian kicked him and snorted coldly: "Master is telling the truth. Speaking of which, his complexion is rosy after drunk, and he is much better than before when he was dead. Do you think this is the case?

Yu Fuchen didn't want to listen to his nonsense at first, but after a closer look, it seemed to be true.

He bent down to look at Feng Changhuan, and was about to say something, when he saw the man rushing over with his eyes closed, paralyzed on his shoulders motionless, breathing steadily and rhythmically, sleeping peacefully in his arms.

"..."

As the most reasonable person close to him, Ming Sinian has always felt that Master seldom gets a good night's sleep. Every time after greeting him at night, he goes back to his room for a long time without seeing that the light in the room is turned off until he falls into a deep sleep. go.

When he woke up the next day, the man was looking at the sky in the yard early in the morning. He didn't even know if Feng Changhuan had fallen asleep during these nights.

But after all, he and Feng Changhuan couldn't face each other calmly, Yu Fuchen couldn't see it, but no one knew better than Ming Sinian that the master couldn't trust him completely, and he also had reservations about the master.

It seems to be calm, but in fact, the dark tide is turbulent.

People's hearts are separated by belly, how many people will write their thoughts on their faces?

"By the way, there is... something." Yu Fuchen hesitated.

"Let's talk about it later, the master is asleep, so don't disturb him."

"...his ears are not good, it's because he can't hear, and moreover, it has something to do with him." Seeing him silently acquiescing, Yu Fuchen carefully continued the second sentence: "You... from now on, put him to sleep at night Let's go back to the room."

"What do you mean?"

"Just, that's..."

These words were really hard to say, even though Yu Fuchen had a thick skin, he didn't know how to express it, his cheeks were red all the way to his ears, and he smiled a bit reluctantly.

"It's just... After he came back from Kunlun, he may, have a bit of the mentality of that little bird. You watch him, don't let him sneak into my room at night... Can you make it through my bed?"

"..."