Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

On the day Ming Gongshang went out of the city to negotiate with Yan Qiudao, the fire that had been burning for several days in Xuewu City finally stopped.

Yu Fuchen and Feng Changhuan stood on the tower and watched everything from a distance, until Ming Gongshang looked back at him and smiled, and said something silently.

Feng Changhuan conveyed it for him: "He said goodbye to you."

Knowing this detail, Yu Fuchen felt even more heavy. He watched Ming Gongshang Sui Yuehua walk away, leaning his back against the high wall and sighing.

"Gone, everyone who is not worrying is gone. It should be relaxed and happy, but I feel uncomfortable in my heart. I still can't help worrying about his situation and what happened... I think so much about him, will you Will you be unhappy?"

"I'm not such a stingy person, it makes me uncomfortable when you say that..."

Yu Fuchen knew that he didn't really lose his temper, but just wanted to make himself feel better, so he pressed his face.

"I was surprised that I actually dared to accept this great gift from the Ming Palace Merchant, and eat a fat man in one bite, so I wouldn't be afraid of choking myself to death?"

"You don't understand this. The Yuehua clan acts quickly and keeps a low profile. How can there be a reckless and impulsive suzerain? How shrewd is he in seeking Taoism? He also has a lot of dissatisfaction with Gulan's use of Yuehua clan as a gunman. He needs an excuse to retreat to the second line." Ming Gong Shang is the step Xiao Chen gave him, what reason does he have to refuse?"

Thinking of Gulan's next actions will also be very difficult, Yu Fuchen regained a little psychological balance, not as unmotivated as before.

"Speaking of which, you should know what kind of intersection the prince and I had in the past, why have you never heard of it?"

The man turned his head away, his tone aggrieved, "If you don't ask, why should I say it. He already likes you, if he really snatches you away, wouldn't I want to hide under the quilt and cry?"

"My heart is a rock, and I can't change it."

With his words, it is enough to feel at ease.

Not long after Minggong Shang left, he thought that Wushandu would not have any big moves recently, which meant a short period of peace, but not long after everyone was relieved, the drastic change came quietly.

Because of the heavenly punishment issued by Emperor Tianyao, the mortal world has been shrouded in darkness for three months. Without Xihe to nourish all things, not a single blade of grass can grow on the earth, and evil spirits and ghosts are even more rampant.

Just when people were trying to get used to the desperate night of death, a faint purple glow pierced through the clouds, and then tore a huge scar in the sky.

At first, I thought it was Di Tianyao who finally realized with conscience that he had withdrawn the evil punishment of Heaven's Punishment. People who mistakenly regarded this as the end of the bitter war cheered and celebrated the coming peace in advance.

But Feng Changhuan stared at the crack, his eyes widened, with a frightened expression, from his bloodshot ghost pupils reflected scenes of corpses everywhere, evil spirits wreaking havoc on the world, he seemed to have foreseen the peaceful After the appearance fades away, what a terrible doomsday awaits people.

"Here we come... the despair from ten years ago has returned..."

Feng Changhuan fell to his knees, staring at his trembling hands, unable to suppress the fear that almost swallowed him up.

However, amidst the peacefulness of singing and dancing, looking at those people who naively believed that the evil disaster had already passed, how could he have the heart to tell such a tragic truth.

"Chang Huan, Chang Huan? What's wrong with you?!"

Noticing his strange appearance, Yu Fuchen held him in his arms and forced him to close his ghost pupils.

The man wept two lines of bloody tears, clutched his head in severe pain, let out a cry, then fell into his arms and lost consciousness.

Yu Fuchen didn't know that this was Feng Changhuan's first disobedience to his master as a puppet, and the consequences of his rebellion made him fall into a long sleep, which lasted for several days.

Sensing his heart-piercing pain, it didn't take long for Feng Zehuan to visit Xuemi City again, and seeing Yu Fuchen who was by his side day and night, he sighed and shook his head.

"The time has come, do you still remember the three-month deadline that Yedi Yutianyin promised you?"

When he was in Fengdu, Yu Tianyin did say that his spell to help Feng Changhuan reconnect the broken veins could only last for three months, and he also reminded Yu Fuchen to make all preparations for the final battle within the time limit.Now March has passed... Is it time for Ye Di to take back his promise?

"There is a detail that you should be aware of. Chang Huan actually doesn't remember the details of the Tianyu Mountain battle. Yu Tianyin deliberately erased part of his memory when he was resurrected, so he never mentioned to you what happened that year. what."

Yu Fuchen was stunned, "I always thought he just didn't want me to think about those unbearable past events."

"The fact is that none of you understand the details of the cracked sky back then. The memory is not in your mind, but in Guitong, Feng Changhuan, who wears Guitong again, is inspired by the Yutian seal, and will be used by him again."

"Crack the sky?! Isn't that the same as this moment..."

Feng Zehuan made a silent gesture towards him, and cautiously lowered the barrier.

"After the First World War that year, the twelve states closed their doors to clean up. Ten years later, today's troubles broke out. Haven't you ever thought that Feng Changhuan shouldn't have the ability to seriously injure the Kyushu even if he was possessed by a single thought? In your case At the end of the memory, the young Feng Changhuan voluntarily surrendered, so how could he kill so many corpses everywhere?"

Thinking about the past now is indeed full of loopholes, stroking Feng Changhuan's pale face, Yu Fuchen fell into deep thought.

"He was framed."

"All those who rushed to Tianyu Mountain back then were the top experts in Kyushu, but there were very few people who came down in the end, and they were all elders of the sect. There is only one reason why they kept silent about the truth."

"They are afraid."

But what are you afraid of?

Feng Zehuan sat by the bed, thumped his sore leg, and stretched out a finger to Yu Fuchen, pointing at the sky.

"Ten years ago, Lou Zi stabbed so badly, and no one in the sky came forward to stop him. Think about it, who is Feng Changhuan? Lord Fahua, the beauty that the emperor couldn't ask for, is also the reason why he loves him so much." My son, he was seriously injured and even died, but he didn't even fart, and let the mob of the cultivation world make progress, is it his temper?"

The latter narrowed his eyes, brushed away a strand of hair that was blocking Feng Changhuan's forehead, and replied thoughtfully: "It's not that he doesn't want to take care of it, but he can't do it."

"Maybe he owes to the real culprit behind the scenes. Out of guilt, he chose to appease and keep silent. But he is indeed not a person with a conscience. Saying that he blames himself, this bullshit can't convince you and me, the most true and convincing The reason is that he dare not... Even the invincible and invincible Di Tianyao has people he fears."

Of course, Yu Fuchen thought of the Yutian seal that Di Tianyao robbed in Ying Yougu's mouth. As he said, it is not impossible for the Yutian seal to take revenge.

So is Di Tianyao just avoiding direct contact with that person?

Feng Zehuan pushed open the window, sat on the window sill and watched the ray of sunlight, counting the days with his fingers.

"The day when Yu Tianyin will return to the human world is not far away. When the gap in the sky is completely torn open, the evil spirits of the bitter prison will rush into the human world and kill all living beings. Ten years ago, Feng Changhuan sacrificed his spiritual power. If you lose your life and close the door to the hell, who will save the world after ten years?"

"I just know that that person is not me."

Yu Fuchen wiped the fine sweat off Feng Changhuan's forehead, tried to pry open his clenched teeth, and fed him a mouthful of warm soup.

And Feng Zehuan watched him quietly, without saying a word.

After a long silence, he asked, "Why don't you persuade me?"

The other party smiled and asked back: "Why do you want to persuade? Your life is your own decision, and even this I have to be nosy, I am afraid that I am not annoying enough?"

"Aren't you here today to convince me?"

"Of course, I just want to see my long-lost brother... He has been Yu Tianyin's puppet since he was resurrected. I think the biggest problem you have to solve before the Xiujie chaos is quelled is not Wushandu, not Gulan, It's the panic-stricken demon who made it ten years ago."

With that said, Feng Zehuan pointed to Feng Changhuan, who was in a coma and looked pained, took one of his hands, and patted the back of his hand symbolically.

"I give you a piece of advice, make a decision earlier. If he completely loses his mind when he wakes up and becomes a tool used by Yu Tianyin, you must protect him."

His words caught Yu Fuchen by surprise. After confirming the meaning, he tentatively asked, "Didn't you ask me to sacrifice him?"

The other party took it for granted, "He is my younger brother, why sacrifice him for someone who has nothing to do with him? Back then, I risked sending him to the sea of ​​reincarnation, even willing to have his eyes gouged out by the emperor, and I did not hesitate to sign an alliance with Yu Tianyin with integrity. Don't you think that I want to hurt him like this?"

"But you..."

"I did do some things with unknown positions before to confuse the public, but I know, and Emperor Zun also knows, that I will never push my younger brother into the abyss. From now on, you should also be clear."

Feng Zehuan strode out and saw that Zixia was slightly bleeding, and kindly reminded, "Your time is running out, before he wakes up, do what you should do."

When Yu Fuchen chased after him, the man had long since disappeared, and it turned out to be another illusion.

"Heavenly Tribulation is still coming."

Sensing the impending rain, Yu Fuchen quietly went to meet Bai Qinghan.

Afraid that the fleshy body would disturb Feng Changhuan, he took Zai'er with him. He just wanted to confirm whether Xi Jun's body had recovered, but he accidentally saw the man sober, asked him how he was, and fell asleep again. Tell him carefully.

Knowing that Feng Changhuan never got rid of Yu Tianyin's control, Bai Qinghan was very sad.

"He shouldn't be responsible for these things. He did this to save the second world of Fanxiu, but he has been infamous for ten years. Now that the retribution is coming, even I don't want him to be caught in the wave again and die out of selfishness." In other words, I want them to fend for themselves."

But after saying this, he shook his head again, knowing that it was impulsive and said something that shouldn't be said.

"If the tragedy of ten years ago repeats itself, no matter what other people choose, I will stand by your side."

Hearing these words, his heart should feel warm, but Yu Fuchen inexplicably felt the chill behind him, and when he looked back, it was indeed Mo Qianlin leaning against the door and sneering at him.

"Okay boy, it's really yours to bother him while I'm not around."

Yu Fuchen shook his head helplessly, "I came to beg Xijun, just to entrust him to you. I may not have time to take care of his situation in the next few days. The best way to protect him is to keep him away from the battle."

Also because he was talking about Feng Changhuan, when he hugged Rouhuhu in his arms, Bai Qinghan was completely stunned.

"No, I, he... I don't know how to bring children!"

"Xi Jun can rest assured that Huhuhu is very sensible and will not cause you any trouble. Even if he is not fed with blood essence, he can grow up like an ordinary child. I don't know what will happen in the next few days. Get rid of him as soon as possible. He entrusted it to you, and I can feel at ease earlier."

Knowing that he was seriously ill and couldn't provide substantial help to the battle situation, Bai Qinghan didn't refuse, but being hugged by the soft little bun, he couldn't say anything.

"Sect Master Mo, I have one more request."

"If you want the Heavenly Knife Gate to evacuate from Snow Misty City, then you don't need to speak."

Mo Qianlin dug his ears and rolled his eyes at him, looking like a fool.

"There is no one in the sword sect who is afraid of death. If you dare to say that you let the Tiandao sect avoid trouble, you will look down on me!"

With his words, how could Yu Fuchen persist, and wanted to thank Mo Qianlin for his kindness, but before he could say a word, there was a loud noise outside the house, and before he had time to say more, Yu Fuchen and Mo Qian Lin both rushed out the door.

The sound was so close that Yu Fuchen had a bad premonition. As expected, when he arrived, he saw a familiar figure in the ruins. One person grabbed his neck and lifted him up vigorously. There was a strange bloody light in his ghost pupils, which was particularly eye-catching in the night.

"Changhuan! Stop, they are our own!"

Because of Yu Fuchen's cry, Feng Changhuan slowly turned his head, and under the disheveled long hair was a face with a terrifying expression, and there were two lines of eye-catching bloodstains on the corners of his mouth.

The panic-stricken Ling Xuemen covered the wound that had just been bitten, and shouted hoarsely at the people: "Monster! He is a blood-sucking monster!!"

Upon hearing this, everyone retreated one after another, but the man who was strangled by Feng Changhuan let out a miserable cry, and then passed out.

Yu Fuchen suddenly remembered that after the Battle of Tianyu Mountain, the dead Feng Changhuan had a bloodthirsty impulse after being awakened by Yu Tianyin. Killed the evil monster.

Over the years, he has restrained his blood-sucking urge by relying on reason, so his spiritual power is weak, and he has never really recovered. Is this what he really needs...

Even if he was disturbed, it didn't spoil Feng Changhuan's interest in having a full meal.

He held the stunned disciple in his hand, leaned close to his throat and sniffed it, and unconsciously licked the corner of his mouth when he felt the delicacy rushing through his blood, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the food in his hand was snatched away .

Putting aside the disciples who had almost become rations, Yu Fuchen stood up and faced Feng Changhuan.

At this time, the man didn't distinguish between good and evil, he didn't know right from wrong, he tilted his head and stared at his every move, with the blood in his eyes gleaming, he didn't understand what he was doing.

After realizing that he had taken away his food, Feng Changhuan seemed a little annoyed, and rushed forward to fight for life and death.

Without fully recovering his spiritual power, he was no match for Yu Fuchen. Everyone was not worried that the latter would be at a disadvantage, but at the moment when the blood was splattered, everyone was dumbfounded and looked at the two in a daze. What is the situation.

Yu Fuchen signaled everyone not to get close, and hugged Feng Changhuan, who had gone mad, in his arms, even though he struggled desperately, he did not let go.

He gently caressed the man's head, but pressed him on his shoulder with an irresistible force, ripped open the neckline, let the man's sharp teeth pierce the fragile blood in his neck, enduring the tearing pain, Carefully appease his frenzied emotions.

"I know your kindness is still there, and I know you're still rational, so be sober and stop hurting others, okay?"