Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

Earlier when Buyinlou heard that Feng Changhuan had been robbed, his mind was weak and he refused to believe it. When I saw him today...he was seriously ill! !

Hearing his change of subject, Yu Fuchen knew something was wrong, this person had broken his strings and committed an old problem again, and he was going to give up such a rare opportunity again.

However, Feng Changhuan is a person who does not act according to common sense, so what he did next surprised Bu Yinlou and made Yu Fuchen stunned. He pulled the former's injured arm in full view and neatly connected it Broken bones.

Bu Yinlou was caught off guard and let out another muffled snort.

Yu Fuchen stared at the two people's inexplicably intertwined fingers, knowing that the man was cheating, but still couldn't hold back the jealousy in his heart.

...wait, sour?Why does he feel uncomfortable watching Feng Changhuan contact other people? ?

"Still stunned?"

When he was dizzy, Feng Changhuan was already standing in front of him, so close that his nose almost touched, he could even smell the bloody smell on that person...

"If you don't apprentice, I won't protect you anymore... Hurry up, call Master..."

The voice was barely audible, with a low hoarse trill, every word stuck in Yu Fuchen's heart.

Hurry up, call Master...

Echoing the long echo in memory, Yu Fuchen was stunned.

What is this person... talking about?

When he bowed his head, he caught a glimpse of Feng Changhuan clenched his fists, the veins on the back of his hands were bulging, and his pale complexion looked even more sickly under the moonlight.

Every time he utters a sentence, more blood will flow from the corner of his mouth, presenting the most vulnerable side to himself, could it be...

The wolf cub who doesn't know much about the world doesn't have much scheming, he only acts on intuition, so when Feng Changhuan showed weakness, he had already knelt down, knowing that it was a few days late, three prostrations and nine prostrations were still unavoidable.

Seeing him like this, Feng Changhuan was very pleased, and with a smile that others couldn't detect, he took three steps back.

After these three steps, Bu Yinlou, who knelt behind him and didn't dare to move, exclaimed: "Wait!!"

If he didn't stop, he would hit him directly on the back, and then he would inevitably be beaten again, and it might even be a double hit!

Like the young master of Lingxue Palace, how can the young master Xiaoyao, who has lived among the flowers without even touching his body, fail to see the spark of fire between the two of them?

A single spark can start a prairie fire, a lonely man and widowed man, dry firewood and blazing fire, sooner or later there will be no bones left! !

At such a critical moment, it is not wise to offend anyone.Bu Yinlou smiled obsequiously, and was about to congratulate his senior on his new apprentice, but he met Shangfeng Changhuan's eyes full of anger.

"Are you in church?"

He drew back and dodged to one side, and the eyes of Bu Yinlou, who was forced to kneel, and Yu Fuchen, who had asked himself to be a teacher, met their eyes.

Bu Yinlou covered his eyes in grief, not daring to look again.

Leaving aside the famous name of the first life, his legs and feet were tightly tied to the ground by Feng Changhuan, and he was powerless to move, but the stupid thing on the other side didn't notice it, and told the angry Feng Changhuan that he couldn't do it in his life. If you understand:

"Master, what is worship?"

There was a sudden silence, Feng Changhuan was stunned for a moment, then quickly put his head on his hips, and said brazenly: "To worship is to worship a teacher, and to worship a teacher is to worship a teacher. To worship a teacher is to worship a teacher, and to worship a teacher is to worship a teacher sooner or later."

"..."

You just said you wanted to marry him, so you ended up with him?Now, this demon is definitely the first person in Xiujie who dares to so blatantly look for a same-sex Taoist couple! !

With an upright personality like Yu Fuchen, he got up and moved a few steps without knowing he was being swayed by Feng Changhuan, knelt down in front of Feng Changhuan again, and said solemnly: "Master."

Before that, he had always thought that Feng Changhuan's soft heart could be met but not sought after, but he did not expect that a god-given opportunity would come so quickly...

He waited too long for this "Master", either when the old monk passed away, or when he stepped into the Buddhist sect's mountain gate ten years ago, but what should he do after that?

... He is not ready to be someone else's apprentice, this is the first time in his life, what should he do if he doesn't do well, will he be rejected?

At this time, Yu Fuchen didn't realize that in his heart, Feng Changhuan had been pushed to the altar and was in an unreachable position.

He thought deeply, but failed to notice the ground net killers hiding in the forest everywhere, and saw that the two of them were taking it lightly, and already had the killing intent.

To be an enemy of the heaven and earth net is to fight against the Xuanji Pagoda, and to fight against the Nine Heavens. If you are in the cultivation world, you should be punished!

In the absence of Buyinlou's order, several ground net killers who also covered their faces with dark robes stepped forward.

Feng Changhuan lowered his eyes, gently stroked Yu Fuchen's head, his fingertips were still cold, and the love and pity in his eyes was something Yu Fuchen had never seen in his life.

"In this way, as a teacher, I will teach you the first principle of a teacher, and friends come from afar..."

He raised his eyes suddenly, and there was a cold light in his eyes, and it was too late for Bu Yinlou to realize that the situation was not good.

"stop--"

Before Yu Fuchen could answer, Feng Changhuan had already protected him with his backhand, just like when he blocked Feng Changhuan's attack from breaking the army when he was in Kunlun that day.

"A friend who comes from afar will be punished even though he is far away."

His voice was still gentle, his tone was still flat, but the words he said were extremely terrifying.

In just a moment, the killer Wu Shandu, who rushed to the front and released his hidden weapon, didn't even have room to take a closer look. The frightening cold air came oncoming, and there was no room for reaction.

If Bu Yinlou hadn't raised his long sword in a hurry and pushed him aside, the long sword made of ice crystals would have appeared out of thin air and would have pierced through his head!

After saving one person, Buyinlou is a body of flesh and blood, and it is difficult to match reality.

The ground net killer who was following closely had no time to dodge, and blood flashed immediately.

Everyone's hearts sank, guessing that the targeted killer would have no way out, but they didn't expect that the cold blade sword turned slanted and did not take his vitals, but pierced his arm and nailed him to the giant tree with great strength.

The unknown killer wailed, and the weapon that nearly took his life shattered from the sword in the next moment. With a crisp sound, it suddenly turned into ice crystals and splashed in all directions, leaving more or less scars on everyone's body. Different scars.

In order to avoid hurting the vitals, those who did not have time to open the barrier had to protect their eyes and wait for the cold wind to recede.

When the long night returns to silence, even the sound of whistling disappears.

Boldly opened his eyes and looked around, everyone saw that Feng Changhuan was still standing there, the blood-stained ice dust condensed into a long blade in his hands again, a bit more murderous than before, very compelling people.

Yu Fuchen had been frightened foolishly for a long time, he hadn't sensed that there was still some spiritual power remaining in this person before, but now he erupted with such terrifying power, could it be...

He didn't dare to think deeply.

"...The junior has been taught, thank you senior for not killing me."

Seeing that the seriously injured subordinate was not in danger of life, it was enough to prove that Feng Changhuan had no intention of hurting others, Bu Yinlou let out a sigh of relief.

"I didn't say not to kill." Feng Changhuan said calmly, spreading his palms towards the person. "Bring my apprentice's antidote."

Just now he was talking about Yu Fuchen, but this time, he was referring to Ming Sinian.

If possible, Bu Yinlou would like to fulfill his wish, but there are many things in this world that once done, it is difficult to turn back.

"Don't dare to lie to seniors. There is no antidote to the poisonous Gu. Only by feeding it with my blood can I control the Gu insect from invading the heart veins and attacking the host."

Feng Changhuan tilted his head and narrowed his phoenix eyes, examined his expression, then turned to Yu Fuchen and said, "How credible are his words?"

"It should be true."

"Since that's the case, there's no need to force it. Just roll away, it's really an eyesore."

The invisible vines binding the Buyin Building were untied, and he immediately got up from the ground, and signaled to the ground net killer who was on standby nearby, signaling to retreat as soon as possible.

Then he thanked Feng Changhuan, and the question that troubled him for a long time still blurted out: "Senior, junior still has one thing that I don't understand."

"Long-winded..."

"The Gu worms that stay in your disciple's body need to be fed with my blood essence every ten days, in case I abandon him and run away..."

"you will not."

Just three words.

Just when Buyinlou thought that Feng Changhuan had unspoken trust in him and Ling Xuegong, the man replied faintly:

"The cold poison I left in your body from Ice Crushing Palm can only last for seven days. If you don't come to find me to detoxify you, you will die three days earlier than him. If you don't believe me, you can try it. It's just a one-time death. Remember to be careful in your next life. "

What he said was an understatement, it didn't seem like he was holding two lives in his hands.

Yu Fuchen felt that, as a villain and a devil, no matter how bad he was, he would have to wipe Bu Yinlou's neck and let the blood out, so as to save Mingsi Nian to the greatest extent.

But now it seems that without harming a single soldier, it can greatly restrict Buyinlou, and even the entire Lingxue Palace.

Mastering such a chess piece, no wonder that person is full of confidence.

Buyinlou left quietly, Yu Fuchen got up too, brushed the dust off his knees, wanted to flatter him as the end of his first battle with Feng Changhuan after becoming master and apprentice, but he didn't say anything yet, Then he saw the frost-colored figure falling to the ground weakly.

The previous heroic spirit was swept away, only pain remained on the man's face, his brows were knit together, and his breathing was short of breath.

"Master!"

Yu Fuchen took Feng Changhuan's trembling hand, which was as cold and lifeless as ever.

"Master! Master!!"

"Shh, don't, don't make noise..."

After forbearance for a long time, Feng Changhuan finally spit out the blood accumulated in his chest.

As early as when he broke through the forbidden spell, Yu Fuchen should have thought of it... He was desperate to burn all his spiritual power, just wanting to save his apprentices, never considering the consequences...

"Master! Are you stupid? Forcibly attacking, abolishing the only spiritual power is exhausting effort, you are not afraid of the future..."

"If you don't take action, you won't be able to protect you even today. How can you... still be worthy of your master?"

His eyes were exceptionally clear, and he struggled to put his hand on Yu Fuchen's cheek, the blood stained by his fingertips stained the man's face.

He tried to wipe it clean for him, but it was still a mess.

In the end, he still laughed, couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud.

When he opened his mouth, fishy sweetness gushed out from the corner of his mouth, making the frosty white clothes dirty, and even the words he had choked in his throat became indistinct.

"Scared, come... hug you..."

Yu Fuchen resisted, but also reluctantly, gritted his teeth and leaned forward, not knowing whether to express concern or care.

"Master, you...why bother?"

"The old monk is gone, so I... will protect you."

There were tears of blood in the red eyes, which slid down as he closed his eyelids overwhelmed.

"I'm sorry... I was late and caused you so far..."