Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

In the afternoon, the waiter of the inn leaned against the door, drowsy.

It was early autumn, and the sweltering heat of Ji Xia hadn't dissipated. It was just that he could sleep soundly at night. Suddenly, he heard a slow and chaotic sound of hoofbeats, and Xiao Er immediately cheered up.

He rubbed his eyes, which were almost blinded by sweat, and after the haze of vision faded, there was a young man in azure clothes in front of him.

Not only that, but there was a person on his shoulders, and a person fell on the back of the white deer walking slowly from a distance, obviously not an ordinary resident.

This young cultivator is young, with a heroic look on his brows, and his clothes are not luxurious, but they can make his figure extraordinarily tall. He may be a high-ranking disciple from a famous school.

"Hey, three masters, please come in quickly, whether you are a top player or staying in a hotel!"

"One room, thank you."

Xiao Er looked up and down, and although the person on the young man's shoulders had his back turned to him, his true face was not visible, but the figure outlined by the white clothes was very thin, and he seemed to be a young man who hadn't grown up yet.

His pair of slender and powerful legs are pinching the waist of the man in black at the moment. They are very beautiful. He has no shoes on his feet, as if he just got out of the bed. Dare to love these two... Are they Taoist couples?

Xiao Er slipped into a cold sweat, wondering what kind of exercises the two men practiced, why is it a bit strange?

Busily looked away and yelled to the inn to announce: "Come on! One of the upper rooms——"

"Wait a minute." Yu Fuchen raised his hand to stop people, scratched his head, he didn't have the nerve to say that he was penniless and couldn't afford a house.

Confused about how to explain to others, he felt that his shoulders were entangled with him, and Feng Changhuan, who had been dawdling all the way, regained his energy, and stretched out his hand unexpectedly, which startled Xiao Er.

The man didn't raise his head and didn't open his eyes. He moved his hand forward and stuck out two fingers.

As soon as Yu Fuchen lowered his head, the person in his arms smiled meaningfully, Xiaoer understood his thoughts first: "Hey! Two upper rooms...private rooms! Do you need another one from the store? ..."

Feng Changhuan finally reluctantly raised his eyelids, and stared at Xiao Er sharply, so frightened that the latter rushed into the living room immediately, stroking his chest steadily in shock, and broke out in a cold sweat.

"This... Who lives in the same room with whom... What is this called!!"

Last night, when Feng Changhuan exhausted the last trace of spiritual power for the two of them, and when he was paralyzed in his arms covered in blood, Yu Fuchen finally felt that fear would breed, spreading from his heart to every corner of his body, and his flesh and blood It's cold.

Perhaps since the acquaintance, this person has never lived. His hands are not warm, and his pulse beats slowly, like a walking dead.

But when Yu Fuchen held his powerless hand, the coldness would penetrate from the fingertips to the bone marrow, dispelling the loneliness and fear in his heart.

It turned out that this was the proof that Master was alive.

That is, from then on, he took Feng Changhuan's hand and brought it to his lips to breathe hot air, the ice would melt and he would respond to his kindness.

I don't know how long it took before the man arched into his arms, and let out a shallow cry that he only had when he was in deep sleep. His chest heaved and he could feel a heart beating steadily and powerfully inside him through the blood-stained clothes.

This was not a surprise after the golden core was shattered. On the contrary, Feng Changhuan had always known that the consequence would not be death, but before that, he didn't know why he had to stay in this world.

"Yes..." Yu Fuchen caressed the dried blood on his jaw, and said softly, "Master, yes."

Am I still here?

For the sake of saying "I'm sorry", Yu Fuchen can ignore all kinds of things in the past.

After Mingsi was settled, he stood beside Feng Changhuan, holding his ten fingers that were slightly warm. This situation touched him deeply. Heads scrambling for peeps.

Yu Fuchen turned around and stood in front of the sneaky two, the boss who was caught off guard exclaimed in shock: "Oh my god! Ghost!!!"

Xiao Er grabbed the boss who turned and ran away, and gave Yu Fuchen an ugly smile.

"My lord, don't worry about it. My shopkeeper is just like this. He is cowardly, and his inborn problems cannot be corrected. I don't know what the lord wants? The little one will definitely do it right away!"

The more enthusiastic he was, the more difficult it was for Yu Fuchen to speak. After hesitating for a long time, he dismissed the idea of ​​helping Feng Changhuan because he was always by Feng Changhuan's side. Give it to the boss:

"Treasurer, to be honest, the incident happened suddenly. I didn't bring any silver with me. Both the master and the brother were injured. I have to take care of them. I wonder if this piece of jade...can be used for rent and food?"

The innkeeper's nose was sore, and he was so moved that he cried bitterly: "People say that after cultivating immortals for a long time, they will lose their humanity. The Taoist master can have such filial piety, and the young ones are deeply moved."

"Shopkeeper, are you going to give them free food and lodging money?"

"No! Of course not!" The boss turned his face like a book, and just now he was tearful, and immediately changed into the virtue of a profiteer who would never give up a penny, and carefully looked at the jade pendant.

It was carved from high-grade suet jade. It was so worn that it couldn't even see its original shape. There was a crack in the middle that ran through the head and tail. I don't know if it was damaged and then reassembled.

Yu Fuchen knew that this object was not worth much, and it wasn't even good-looking, but now, except for a set of clothes covering his body, all he had was this jade pendant and the bodhi rosary left by the old monk.

Master Xuyun passed away not long ago, he couldn't bear to surrender his only relic as a mortgage, so he had to think about the jade pendant.

Before that, the jade pendant was also his treasure that never left him. Since he woke up in Wuxiang Buddha Sect, he had held this piece of broken jade in his hand, and he believed that it was inextricably linked with the past that he could not recall. What cares is not the value, but the meaning it carries.

He didn't give up at all, and the boss didn't show much interest. Yu Fuchen didn't want to be ridiculed, so he wanted to take the things back.

"If it doesn't work, I'll find another way, and I will never lose the housekeeper's rent."

"No, no, Master Dao, it's not easy for you to travel all the way with your master and brother. How can you make things difficult for you? The younger one will accept this jade pendant first."

"That... I still want to redeem it in the future, I hope the shopkeeper won't sell it to someone else."

The boss smiled mischievously and said, "That's natural. The Taoist master can get it back anytime when he is rich. I heard that your senior brother was injured. Does it matter? Does the shop send someone to invite a doctor?"

As he said that, he kicked Xiao Er, and the latter ran out the door in a hurry, giving him no room to refuse at all.

Not being able to feel at ease is also disrespectful, so Yu Fuchen had no choice but to accept it.

After the outsider left, Yu Fuchen, who was rarely alone with Feng Changhuan, smiled and asked: "Master has been acting stupid for so long, but he has taken advantage of me a lot, should I ask for it back?"

The man spoke out loudly, he coughed up blood and didn't care about it: "You can get it back on the bed, I have no complaints as a teacher!"

"..."

It wasn't until this moment that he realized that the harm of the forbidden spell was still on that person, and it wasn't a one-and-done cure after breaking through. Even if he could speak, he still had to bear the pain for it.

Feeling sorry for him, but not knowing how to make him shut up, he took out a piece of cake and stuffed his mouth.

It was evening when Ming Si Nian woke up, his dirty clothes were taken off and washed, and the one who took care of him was undoubtedly Yu Fuchen who came into the room every few moments to take a look.

He clenched his teeth so tightly that he couldn't feed a single drop of the medicine, so he had no choice but to heat it up again and again, and he could feel it all.

When his consciousness was blurred, he seemed to hear what Feng Changhuan said, and Yu Fuchen finally called the long-awaited master.It seems that after all, he still can't monopolize this master-student relationship, and it's not bad to have an extra junior who can take care of others.

Ming Sinian put his hands in front of his face, his face was so hot that he didn't bother to feel his pulse, he got up and took a long breath, coughing out the blood clot that had accumulated in his throat for a long time.

The sound insulation in the guest room is not very good, even if he coughed, the neighbor could hear it clearly.

Yu Fuchen dragged the wind and Changhuan came to see his situation again, first knocked on the door, thought about his words, with a strange tone, and failed to call out his brother.

"How are you doing."

Ming Si Nian was not good enough to break his goodwill, until the "has nothing to do with you" on his lips softened to: "It's much better, it should be fine."

"Can I come in?"

Hearing his "hmm" in response, Yu Fuchen pushed the door and entered, followed by Feng Changhuan who was still shaking his head.When Ming Sinian felt sorry for his master and was forced to pretend to be a fool, he heard the unbearable Yu Fuchen say angrily:

"Pretend to be with my apprentice! Pretend to have nothing to eat!"

Ming Si Nian, who had just opened his eyes, was dumbfounded by his inexplicably fierce voice, while Feng Changhuan tilted his head angrily, and secretly stuck out his tongue at the man.

"I don't want to either, but if I don't pretend to be stupid, they will kill me."

After finishing speaking, he also coughed, wiped his mouth disapprovingly, and hid the scarlet in his palm.

"Master respects him..."

"He also accepted you as his apprentice, right?" Ming Sinian asked first, seeing Yu Fuchen nodding, he smiled slyly: "In that case, obediently call senior brother to listen."

"...When you were a big disciple in Taoxijian before, you still rarely call a senior brother?"

"So what!"

"Didn't you just call?"

Yu Fuchen still hasn't forgotten the lofty aspirations he had when he was first apprenticed to the Buddhist sect, but he wanted to call Ming Si Nian around as a senior brother, but things didn't go his way. I have to say that Feng Changhuan also has something.

"Last night... and today, thank you."

After a long silence, Ming Sinian suddenly uttered these words, choking Yu Fuchen who was caught off guard, and couldn't believe what he was listening to.

"He said he wanted to thank you, little apprentice, and get along well with Senior Brother~"

Feng Changhuan was sandwiched between the two of them, his speech was slurred, and every word was dripping with blood. The angry Yu Fuchen directly hugged him in his arms and gagged his mouth, which was rough and effective.

Ming Si Nian, who was watching the two flirting, was still dizzy, not sure if he was too tired and had hallucinations, or the two of them had already given birth to something bad.

The little senior brother has a pure heart, and his ears are blushing for no reason.

"Last night, what happened after that, did I cause trouble?"

"No, you have tried your best. Master and I both know that, and it is not easy to suppress Gu worms. Sorry, I shouldn't have misunderstood you before."

Yu Fuchen has a straightforward temperament, while Feng Changhuan, who is sitting on his lap in a big way, raises his eyebrows and smiles, pinching the childish face of the little apprentice, which is meaningful.

"Master..."

There was an unknown emotion in his eyes, which made Yu Fuchen at a loss as to what to do.

The young man is young and energetic, pretending that nothing happened on the surface, but in fact, a wave of evil fire has already been born.

The moment he realized that the situation was not good, he immediately pulled away and pushed away Feng Changhuan who was on top of him, ignoring the astonished eyes of the two, and there was no room for explanation, he gritted his teeth and pushed the door and rushed out of the room. Two masters and apprentices.

He hurried back to the room, leaned against the door panel after locking it, feeling the urge to be on the verge of a sword...

In the early years, when he encountered this situation for the first time in the Buddhist sect, he was at a loss. The dream of the previous night was lingering and tender. The other party was a wonderful person who could not even see his face clearly. bones, clinging to him, tempting to fall.

When he woke up the next morning, he was swollen for the first time in his life, it was hot and humid, his face was burning, and he was very embarrassed.

He rolled up his dirty clothes and trousers like a thief, and fetched water to wash his clothes while the Buddhist cultivators gathered in the main hall to chant sutras. The fragrance of saponins was very strong, but it couldn't cover his breath.

He felt humiliated and ashamed, knowing that desires should not be born in the pure place of Buddhism, he still left the matter of pure heart cultivation behind him, and burned the efforts he had made over the years.

It took half an hour to wash a pair of trousers, and changed a few pots of clean water to wash the clothes. The dirt had already been washed away, and the smell had already dissipated. Feeling of Buddhist practice, he can only blame the evildoer in the dream for missing his important event!

"If you beat it any longer, you will poke a hole in your clothes, and you won't be able to wear them at that time. Do you want to walk the bird in front of Quanpai?"

The disheveled Xu Gui stood on the low wall and peeped at his every move, which seemed a little guilty.

Fortunately, he understood the young man's fragility and fragility, so he didn't teach him the principles of Buddhism to purify his heart like Master Xu Yun, but swayed his waist and twisted a weird posture, and said to the young Yu Fuchen: "Some things happened that cannot be explained clearly. What a shame, you help me wash my pants, how about I tell you?"

Yu Fuchen still remembers that at that time, Xu Gui did not follow the Buddhist rules to restrain others and discipline himself, but rubbed his shiny bald head, and said disapprovingly:

"A man is only a man if he has ideas and reactions. At the old monk's age, it will be difficult to prove that the romantic is still alive. If he can't do it by himself, he can't do it without you. If you believe his nonsense, you will have no children and grandchildren in the future!"

Rough words are not rough...

Recalling the old events back then, Yu Fuchen looked down at himself, and thought to himself: What three inches... Xugui old bald donkey really lied to me...

At worst it has to be six inches! !

Since then, whenever similar things happen again when he is conscious, he will read some scriptures to calm his mind, thinking that this matter is inhuman, and dare not look directly at it.

When I saw him today as an exception, I was holding my breath, my blood was rushing, there were two more lines of nosebleeds on my face, and I was beating on the door panel, wanting to cry without tears.

If he doesn't solve this trouble, he will probably end up in some big trouble...

Alarmed by his commotion, Ming Sinian came over wearing a coat, and asked concernedly from a door away: "What's going on, what's wrong with you?"

uncomfortable!Very uncomfortable! !

But how could he tell what was wrong with him? !

Yu Fuchen tidied his clothes in a panic to avoid being noticed, and at the same time calmed down, pretending that nothing happened: "No, nothing, just, just a little problem, it's okay, I can solve it, don't worry."

"No, I'm still worried, open the door and let me see!"

"No problem... Really no problem!"

"...So, you don't plan to open the door?"

Ming Sinian's tone suddenly became weaker, and Yu Fuchen felt that something was wrong, he was injured, if he wanted to forcefully break into the door, the compensation would be trivial, and making his injury worse would be a bigger crime.

After all, he was still worried about his nominal brother, so he couldn't go too far.

In desperation, Yu Fuchen pushed the door open a little, and when he was about to explain something to Ming Sinian, he saw a white shadow sneak in.

He was taken aback, and when he realized that something was wrong, there was already a figure beside him, and a faint cold air radiated from his whole body.

"Good boy, steal meat under the guise of a teacher..."

When standing close to each other, Feng Changhuan was slightly taller than him, and it was terrifying when he showed his white teeth with an evil smile, especially when matched with the blood eyes, it was even more creepy and disturbing.

Well, I have to admit that the master he just picked up is really like a villain. After sweeping away the aura of pretending to be crazy, it seems that he is going to tear him apart in the next moment.

Even the six-inch-murderous-thing who was standing upright just a moment ago, hangs his head down listlessly at this moment, and fell silent...

Ming Sinian, who was turned away again inexplicably, sneezed in a muffled voice, rubbed his aching head, thinking that with the company of Master, that boy would not have any abnormalities.

When he turned around and was about to go back to his room, a person happened to be walking in front of him in the corridor.

He took a step back, the man passed him by, and said: "Thank you."

Ming Si Nian froze for a moment, and suddenly remembered, this voice...

It seems, where heard.