Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

Hei Tu's temper was extremely bad, he took a bite on the back of Yu Fuchen's hand, the two rows of bloodstains were very eye-catching, he had to withdraw his hand in pain.

Pooh!What a beautiful ghost, it's a monster at all! !

Yu Fuchen glared at the rabbit calmly, then turned his face like turning over a book, and turned towards Feng Changhuan with a coquettish smile, seeing the man's back go cold, and he took a step back.

"You like it so much, why don't you adopt a pet, do you want to think of a name?" Yu Fuchen wrote in the palm of his hand.

Feng Changhuan looked thoughtfully at Bai Zi who was walking in the forest, and then replied a short two words on Yu Fuchen's hand: "Hei Zi."

"..."

He finally understood why this person would call him Sanhua when he picked up his name, and if he had the opportunity to go to Kunlun in the future, he must help him get his brain back and put it on properly...

"...It's okay. Heizi and Baizi make a perfect pair."

Bleeding from his wound, Feng Changhuan, who was sulking, bit his lip and pushed Heizi off his knees, the little thing jumped a few steps reluctantly, with Feng Changhuan holding Yu Fuchen in his eyes hand, full of worry scene.

Being touched by him again, Yu Fuchen felt that the urge he had suppressed with great difficulty was rekindled, he quickly withdrew his hands, wiped off the blood with a smirk, and told the man that it was only a small injury and it was not a problem.

...Why did the old monk only teach him to control his desires before he was alive, but didn't explain what desires are?

Now he was feeling agitated, he didn't understand what it was, and he was very afraid that he was a different monster.

In the past, in the Buddhist sect, I have never seen those Buddhist cultivators behave indecently. They don't change their faces and their hearts beat, and they do everything with utmost calmness.

But what about him?Confused, like a young man who has just entered the rivers and lakes and is ignorant of the world.

He was so well protected, and the golden bell covered his body to isolate all the unbearable things that were difficult to face directly, so that he had been at ease for many years, but he was helpless when the cracks were broken and deepened, and he didn't know how to repair them, let alone what to do response.

Please everyone, show him the way...

Yu Fuchen wanted to cry but had no tears, and wanted to say goodbye.

Do you want to tell Feng Changhuan the truth, saying that as long as he sees him, his heart will beat faster and he will be ready to move? ?

"Presumptuous! You apprentice, let go of my master!!"

With a sudden shout, Yu Fuchen had no time to dodge, and was hit hard again on the back of the head.

It's still the jug, or the green bag.

It's still the year of Ming Si.

His face was full of anger, his long unkempt chestnut hair was standing on end, and he was still sleeping disheveled.

Just like an orange cat whose fur has exploded and wants to fight people desperately.

"Listen to my explanation, this is..."

No wonder Ming Si Nian misunderstood the situation. Anyone who saw two men holding hands and looking at each other affectionately would feel a little strange, let alone that man is Ming Si Nian's... Master.

He was a little flustered, and the more confused he became, the more he didn't know how to explain it.

Half an hour later, Yu Fuchen rubbed his swollen eye sockets and sincerely apologized:

"I'm sorry, I was wrong, and I will never dare again in the future."

Confessions are lenient, and resistance is strict.Now there is no need to see Ming Sinian's face, just hearing his voice will make Yu Fuchen feel pain in every part of his body.

Sure enough, the old doctor had a trick. He started with a merciless massage that almost tore his bones into pieces, and then put them back together one by one. If he didn't die, he would lose half of his life. Within two feet of him, Yu Fuchen would tremble uncontrollably.

"Actually, I... don't hate you, I just don't want you to get too close to Master, after all, I am his apprentice."

Whenever he said something incompatible with his identity, Ming Sinian would always cover his forehead with his hands, not wanting others to see his expression.

No one knows, it is precisely because of the tragedy of exterminating his family since he was a child, and growing up amidst incomprehension, accusations and scolding, he has to bear far more than Yu Fuchen.

He has no parents, and there is no one who loves him in the world.Going with the flow and worshiping Taoxijian, I thought that Patriarch Yikui could give him the missing love, but she is the head of a school, it is difficult to care for one person, even if she tries her best, she even wins the title of chief disciple with her extraordinary talent In the end, there are still very few who get it.

When he got acquainted with Feng Changhuan, he seemed to be redeemed, as long as he got close, he would no longer be alone, so he let go of the pride and self-esteem that used to freeze his heart, and once he had it, he didn't want to give it up again.

But when Yu Fuchen patted him on the shoulder, he said to him in a low voice: "Don't try to monopolize him, he will be mine sooner or later. But you can get used to accepting me, so that in the future, he will not be the only one who cares about you." .”

That's right, he forgot... This ugly thing is also personal.

After that, the two of them tacitly stopped bringing up the matter, and returned to the main topic, trying to use Yu Fuchen's spiritual power to find the scattered fragments for Feng Changhuan, so as to reshape the golden core and restore spiritual power.

He has no hope for this, after all the rumors are nothing but fantasy, so far he has not heard of any sect of immortals who can restore the shattered golden elixir to its original state, at most the only way to condense an inner elixir is by relying on extraordinary perseverance and half-life energy. Dan, replace previous missing.

Mingsi Nian's method is probably useless.

"What do you need me to do?"

"Look at your spiritual attributes first, just apply a little..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw a golden flame rising from Yu Fuchen's palm. It was so powerful that it was too late to dodge, and it forced Ming Sinian back a few steps, and even pushed out all kinds of sundries around him by a foot. far range.

"Hey, you didn't..."

Yu Fuchen himself was also startled by the out-of-control spiritual power. Seeing that Ming Sinian was caught off guard, he immediately asked with concern. Unexpectedly, the bench under him could not support such a strong force and collapsed immediately.

"... something?"

Ming Si Nian was unprepared, a sudden force was exerted on his chest, if it wasn't for taking half a step back when the man made a move, he would have been unconscious by now!

Wiping the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, he rubbed his painful chest, believing that to Yu Fuchen, the move just now was just for fun, not for real, the aura is so strong...

horrible……

What is even more frightening than this is that, including the caster Yu Fuchen himself, they were all overturned by his uncontrollable spiritual power. In contrast, Feng Changhuan, who had the weakest spiritual power and was closest to a mortal, Still sitting in the same place, pretending to be shocked, facing the two people and the strange situation around them.

He looked at the bewildered Yu Fuchen, who was at a loss.

"I-I wasn't like this before..."

"It seems that Master Xuyun once set a forbidden spell on you to suppress your spiritual power, but after he passed away, the spell became invalid, and it is reasonable for you to lose control."

Ming Sinian spat out bloody saliva, sealing several major blood vessels, and leaned over to vomit the remaining blood.

"Hey! How are you? I... I didn't mean to hurt you."

"I know, you just can't control it... right? Great Immortal of the Nine Heavens."

As early as when he saw Yu Fuchen's spiritual appearance, Ming Sinian guessed that his identity was extraordinary.

The Wuxiang Buddhist sect cultivates the mind and nature by practicing the Dharma. It seems that the genus is gold, but in fact it is mixed with the emotions of many monks. When it has not been cultivated, it will more or less show flaws, but he is so pure... …

Based on Master Xuyun's thinking, if he refuses to accept him, he will not teach him profound Buddhist teachings to help him cultivate. Such a powerful power can only be innate... Except for Jiuchongtian, what else is possible?

Yu Fuchen was very panicked, his power has never lost control to this point.

"What should we do now?"

"Your power is out of control, it's better not to use it, otherwise it will easily hurt the master. This matter needs to be discussed in the long run. Before that, your spiritual power is not under your control?"

"No, I'm no different from a high-level Buddhist cultivator on weekdays, but I don't know how to use moves. I often suffer losses in competitions with others, and I have suffered a lot of beatings. The old monk always told me not to worry, but he didn't teach me anything. Could it be that I have lost my temper?"

"You? Or Master Xuyun?" Ming Si Nian rolled his eyes at him, and walked towards the messy yard.

"Pick up quickly, we are going on the road."

When he spoke, Yu Fuchen was shaking Feng Changhuan, who was entangled endlessly, and almost his whole body was stuck behind him, and he was a little surprised when he heard this:

"Isn't it? If you break some things, you won't be able to escape, and if you pay for it, it will be settled?"

"Are you a pig's brain!! Since your power comes from the Nine Heavens, as long as you use your spiritual power, even if you hide in the remotest corners of the world, the Mystery Tower can know where you are, so you are not afraid of being found!!"

If other monks saw the Immortal Venerable of Nine Heavens, they would want to hug their thighs and lick their shoes, just to be instructed by him, so that they could attain Taoism and ascend to immortality as soon as possible, and escape the suffering of reincarnation, but Ming Si Nian was just the opposite.

He sneered at Jiu Chongtian, if he hadn't been adopted by Patriarch Yikui, he might never have stepped into the fairy gate in his life.

He admitted that he has a heart of hatred for Jiu Zhongtian, hating the gentle scum who is always high above, ignores the sufferings of the world, and speaks evil deeds as high-sounding.

"Now we are grasshoppers on the same rope. I concealed something from you earlier. I don't know if it is too late to explain it. The Gu worm in my body is the result of the collusion between Buyinlou and Jiuyin Island. Taoyuan has nothing to do with it, and it has nothing to do with sect battles, I..."

However, he found it difficult to speak out, hesitated for a long time, and finally revealed the truth: "I was hunted down by the ground network, and I fell to this point."

There are two major secret organizations in Xiujie, Tianluo and Diwang. The former obeys orders from Jiuchongtian, while the latter is ordered from Xuanji Tower. The forces are intertwined. Most of the assassins under their command are elites from the twelve states. All right, return justice to the world.

As early as ten years ago, when Feng Changhuan fell into a demon and caused disaster, the existence of the heaven and earth net became a laughing stock. What's more, he used this to point the finger at the Xuanji Pagoda and Jiuchongtian who watched the catastrophe and did not help. Both organizations have since disappeared.

I didn't expect to hear such a familiar name even today.

"You can't stay here for a long time. If you delay, trouble will happen sooner or later. We must get on the road as soon as possible."