Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

"It seems that the old monk is not willing to let you enter the world, and avoids everything that should be taught. You really have become a half monk."

"Master, you..."

"Don't worry, the old monk doesn't want you to go astray. Being a teacher is completely opposite to him. Teaching by precepts and deeds... I have been looking forward to it for a long time."

It has to be said that the scene of this man laughing and saying scary words with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth is really creepy, not to mention how to preach it, and how to teach it by example, just his expression... is enough to make Yu Fuchen feel bad.

The boy has not yet grown up, he is a little shorter than his master, and his momentum is three points weak.

It was only then that he discovered that there was a reason why that person always liked to go barefoot before, and a stooped back would give people the illusion of premature aging, so he would take him lightly.

The city is very deep...

Up to now, it is meaningless to pursue the foolishness he pretended before. Yu Fuchen did not turn into anger after being cheated at all, but was calm as expected.

He had guessed it a long time ago, and he was just willing to play a monkey show with him.

Until a long time later, he didn't figure out why he would accompany him to be stupid and save his life?Or something else.

As for Feng Changhuan's method of precepts and deeds, he never expected it to be like this... Birds and flowers are fragrant.

Yangzhou Zuiyue Tower, Yingge Xiaozhu, butterflies dancing and swallows singing.

The house is full of drunken flowers, the willows are green and the flowers are pink, and the laughter keeps coming and going.

The dull-eyed Yu Fuchen and the sad-faced Ming Sinian sat in the most conspicuous positions between them. They were clearly two handsome and handsome young men who would attract girls to fall in love at first sight when they usually walked on the street. Stepping forward, they avoided remote corners one after another, for fear of getting into trouble.

There was a person standing in front of them, with his hands clasped behind his back, like waterfalls of blue silk draped casually over his shoulders, dressed in frosty white clothes like an exiled immortal, but his bare feet spoiled the scenery.

He exudes a forceful aura, which makes people avoid him. From a distance, one can tell that he is a master who is not easy to mess with. He is certainly famous in the realm of cultivation. Break ground?

"Many days have passed since you started, and a teacher always wants to teach you everything. Today I will teach you the second lesson."

Feng Changhuan said as he took the handkerchief Ming Sinian handed over and wiped the blood from his mouth.

After breaking through the forbidden spell, he fell into such a troublesome problem, as long as he opened his mouth to speak, blood would flow profusely from his throat.

Swallowed, disgusting.If you don't swallow, you are afraid that your apprentice will worry.

After all, he has lost a ray of soul, and his spiritual consciousness is not yet complete. The solution that the world-renowned devil figured out was to swallow half and spit out half...

That's why he was disgusted by himself, and the two disciples were terribly worried.

Yu Fuchen and Ming Sinian didn't know anything about it, the latter thought it was his master who devoted himself to teaching the true meaning of the world, and was so moved that he wept bitterly, and when the man said something on the stage, he sobbed in the audience.

At the end, I still don’t forget to ask: “Did I miss what was taught in the first lesson?”

Yu Fuchen's face was ashen ashes: "A friend comes from afar, even if he is far away, he will be punished. If you don't learn such fallacies, don't worry about it."

"..."

On the other side, Feng Changhuan waved to the girl in the corner who dared not speak out.The apprentices are almost weak. How come they haven't tasted meat yet?

Taoyuan advocates health preservation, and the purpose of Buddhism is self-cultivation. To put it bluntly, it is abstinence. If I worshiped under him earlier, I might be able to accept a house full of child brides-in-law at the age of one. Now the children are running around behind.

It has to be admitted that Feng Changhuan is good at treating women, unlike Yu Fuchen, he loves women and knows how to please others.

The gorgeous girls were too timid to come forward, so he cupped his hands to his mouth and shouted loudly: "The lotus is not as good as the makeup of a beauty, and the wind from the water palace brings the fragrance of pearls and emeralds. The beauty is peerless and independent, hiccup..."

Feng Changhuan was caught off guard and choked on blood and hiccupped, but it didn't affect the girls' desire to love beauty and win.

Everyone scrambled to be the most beautiful oiran, and they couldn't compare with others in appearance, so they wanted to recover some face on the bed, and they flocked forward to show off their magical powers.

For just a moment, Yu Fuchen seemed to have strayed into the Pansi Cave by mistake, and was squeezed out by the beauties, all of them said seductive words to keep their benefactors, his nose was filled with a strong scent of powder, and his eyes were half exposed... The chest is like a willow and the waist is slender, and he can't stand or sit for a while, and what's more, he has the courage to sit on his lap.

He felt that he would be suffocated sooner or later, but in the current situation, where is the culprit who caused the disaster just now? ?

Angrily pushing away the girl in front of him who had pulled his clothes open, Yu Fuchen rushed out of the crowd, causing a burst of screams.

Seeing that he doesn't know how to behave, the girls feel unwilling, and climb up to Ming Sinian, who is powerless to fight back. Daju's plea for help and struggle are instantly buried in Yingge Yanyu.

"Master, you!"

Yu Fuchen shook off the rouge and gouache on his body, and was about to scold the man for not knowing the depth of his actions, when he saw Feng Changhuan's back swaying, Gu Zi hid himself in a corner where no one was paying attention, his jade-colored ten fingers slammed on the wall with trembling fingers, and leaned over to vomit. A big mouthful of blood came out, and his chest tightened immediately.

"Master!!"

He rushed forward and supported Feng Changhuan who was in a strange state.

The latter was disgusted by the anger of blood, and his brows were almost knit together. It took a long time to focus his eyes and see the worried young man in front of him.

"Let you come to have fun...it's not that you came to care about me..."

"Master!"

Every time Yu Fuchen called him, he would always respond with different emotions, either in awe, or helplessness, or sadness, or anger.

Every sound in Feng Changhuan's ears seems to be knocking on the door of his heart, and he will piece together the fragments. In the past...someone once called him master earnestly. His pair of small hands are very warm, and he will always inadvertently, Use your own body temperature to warm his fingertips...

Where did that person go...how did you lose him...

Yu Fuchen didn't know that the call at this moment brought back memories of the past in that person's heart, he saw his eyes wide open, tremblingly covering his face with cold palms.

When he clearly talked about unimportant things, he was not afraid of bleeding no matter how much, but at this moment, he was so concerned about something that he didn't even dare to breathe out.

"Call again...just one more time, okay?"

"Master? What's wrong with you, are you feeling unwell?"

He thought he was fully prepared for the man's nonsense anytime and anywhere, but when Feng Changhuan grabbed his front and held him in his arms with irresistible force, his eyes widened in shock.

Incomparably flat chest, slightly thin body.

With a slight bow, he could bury his head in that person's neck.

It was slightly cold and stiff, but he could feel blood surging under his neck.

The familiar feeling of deja vu made Yu Fuchen's nose sharp.

In addition, the most instinctive reaction of the body is to bend the knees.

He who only kneels down to the Buddha and heaven and earth finally has someone who is justified and worthy of his worship.

I didn't feel it before, I just felt that everything came too fast and it was not real, but now it is within reach.

"Master... have we met somewhere?"

He didn't bluntly say that he had no memories of the seven years, if he had really formed an indissoluble bond with Feng Changhuan back then, he who had forgotten about it must not be qualified to mention it again.

"Maybe it's just you and I don't remember."

Feng Changhuan hugged the young man who was destined to be his mentor and apprentice for two generations. Compared with Yu Fuchen whose memory was sealed, perhaps he was luckier who still remembered some fragments.

While pretending to be a fool, he did many funny and helpless antics. Others ridiculed him for his ignorance and incompetence. Only this young man pulled him up from the ground time and time again, half kneeling on the ground to replace him. He brushed the dust off his clothes and never abandoned him.

"Then we, Master and I, can we start from scratch?"

"cannot!"

Before Feng Changhuan could answer, one of them sternly refused, and the tenderness dissipated in an instant.It was Ming Si Nian who was tortured half to death!

Filled with anger and unable to vent to the master who caused everything, the junior brother became a scapegoat.

"Leave me alone to clean up the mess, but you come here to be good to the master, junior brother...you are really loyal!"

Yu Fuchen thought that he was not very righteous just now, and he couldn't say bluntly that he did it to settle accounts with his master, so they hugged together for no reason...

hug? !

Surprised that his behavior was inappropriate, Yu Fuchen hurriedly pushed away Feng Changhuan who was entangled with him, and did not forget to persuade him:

"Injury."

In order to minimize the damage of the forbidden spell to himself, Feng Changhuan said succinctly: "Let's go."

"Go? Where??"

Yu Fuchen tugged at the hem of his long coat, thinking to himself that if he were to walk around at this time, wouldn't it be to show the posture of "uplifting the sky" in front of everyone?

Seeing that he was so dull, Feng Changhuan slapped his thigh angrily, pointed to the private room upstairs where there were occasional whimpers, and uttered a word that shocked everyone: "Do it!"

"...Do? What??"

"Love!!!"

Ming Sinian admitted that he felt a little pity for his junior brother.

Reluctantly being half-pulled and half-pulled into the private room by a well-dressed "girl" who is as strong as Zhong Kui.

The man's cheeks were sloppy, and there was a mole the size of a longan on his face. He was heavily made-up, and his face was full of stubble. Even silk and satin couldn't hold the fat on his body, and he would get goose bumps all over his body just by looking at him.

Until the last moment, Yu Fuchen was still holding on to the door to beg the master to let him go, but the latter was leisurely staring at his very neat nails, and turned to Ming Sinian and said: "Long."

"Master, now is not the time for a manicure..."

"Long." This time Feng Changhuan replied again with a hint of annoyance.

Ming Si Nian got angry because no one was waiting for him to trim, Feng Changhuan couldn't stop pointing at Yu Fuchen who was begging for mercy: "The teacher said, he is very long."

"???"

On the other side, the lingering dream of Yu Fuchen and his master was ruthlessly shattered. Looking at the Immortal Daluo in front of him who was picking his nostrils and sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs crossed and winking at him, he felt like dying...

"Big, big sister?"

"Excuse me! I want to call you a girl~"

Yu Fuchen's body trembled when he heard the thick and rough voice, with a seven-point coquettish weakness.

"aunt……"

"It's not my aunt, it's a girl~"

"Guess let me go, I'm still young, no, I don't want to marry a wife and have children."

If Feng Changhuan really had the heart to let him marry into this place and become a treasure, Yu Fuchen swears that he will never live another moment! !

It's a pity that Zhong Kui didn't have self-knowledge, so he took out the finger stuffed in his nostril and flicked the filth, without any intention of letting people go.

"Officials are always like this. When they talk about love and love, they don't recognize people when they lift their pants. Men, it really is hard to change their nature, huh!"

Yu Fuchen thought in his heart: The one who dares to go to Wushan with you is definitely a hero among men! !

"It's their fault! I'm determined to fight for the girl, so I'll pay you justice!!"

"No need, I came to see you, Young Master, after I settled my own affairs..."

Miss Zhong Kui lowered her head, looked shyly, and licked her fingers to beckon Yu Fuchen to come forward. The blood on her fingertips was still wet, and she was indeed a hero who had revenge.

It's not good to be soft, you can only make some sense.

Yu Fuchen was gentle by nature, not good at doing tough things, so his tone of discussion could easily be misunderstood as flattery.

"Miss Zhong, to tell you the truth, I practice Buddhism, and you must not commit sexual precepts by getting close to women. Today's incident is indeed a test for my master. Please, Miss Zhong...respect yourself."

"My family's surname is not Zhong, and the young master's maiden name is also... What did you say?"

The word "self-respect" touched the bottom line, and Zhong Kui slapped the table, his only tenderness disappeared, and he roared like thunder: "Come to Wasi Goulan to seek pleasure and want to be self-respecting? Did you ever think about self-respect when you entered this place? Did you ever think about self-respect when you were in the slave's room?!"

Yu Fuchen was too frightened to argue, thinking that the culprit might be snooping around and begging for mercy: "Master!! Master, I was wrong, I dare not have desires anymore! Master, let me out... Please."

Across the door, Feng squatted by the door disapprovingly, rubbing a pair of reddish ears, like a rabbit grooming its hair.

"Master! I admit that I shouldn't have any unreasonable thoughts about you, I know I was wrong! I don't dare to be disrespectful to you anymore——"

No, no idea...

Ming Si Nian's face was ashen, what did they do when he was unconscious...

"It's so loud, what did you say?"

It's not that Feng Changhuan doesn't want to care about his precious disciple, but at night, his spiritual power is weak, and it takes a lot of effort to resist the forbidden spell, and his hearing deteriorates so badly that he may not be able to hear clearly even if he sticks to it. Mings S for conveyance.

"He...he said that he shouldn't have any unreasonable thoughts about you." The man frowned when he heard this, thinking deeply about the deep meaning of his words.

Just in a moment, the broken string in his brain was reconnected by accident, and he stood up with a palm, and the door panel shattered.

Yu Fuchen, who was being dragged by Miss Zhong Kui in the room, was holding on to his trouser belt tightly. Seeing that the master finally showed mercy, he was almost in tears.

"Master, I knew you wouldn't ignore me..."

"What? I didn't say anything!"

Feng Changhuan's ears are not very good, so his voice naturally became louder, and he sounded full of breath. After coughing lightly, he spit out a small mouthful of blood again.

"Master!"

Seeing this, Yu Fuchen kicked away Zhong Kui, who was entangled endlessly, and went to Feng Changhuan, looked him up and down to make sure he was fine.

"Master, why are you vomiting blood again, what's wrong?"

After being groped by him, Feng Chang, who was already sensitive, laughed out loud. Hearing the tone, he really couldn't tell who was petting whom.

Although it was to get away, Yu Fuchen's concern and worry for Feng Changhuan was true. Whenever he saw him vomit blood, he would think that it was because of his powerlessness that night that he got here.

Guilt and self-blame surged into his heart, which only made him feel more sorry for this man who pretended to be stupid to protect himself, and stepped forward when he was in a dangerous situation.

"Master, I'm sorry..."

His eyes darkened, and he didn't know what to say other than an apology.

Feng Changhuan raised his hand, wanting to give him a slap to wake him up. It is only natural for a master to do anything for his apprentice, but he deserves it. Could it be that he is questioning his own strength as a master?

But the moment the fingertips touched the boy, they deviated from the direction and messed up his long hair.

"stupid……"

Something will occur if it belongs to your life, if not, do not push it.

At that moment, Yu Fuchen knew that his destiny had come to a destination.

How can there be any face-to-face talk between master and apprentice?Master said he was stupid, so he is.

He smiled, he didn't know if his eyes were dazzled, but he felt that for a moment, that person's cheeks were flushed, he changed from the lifeless before, and was cleverly turned his head to avoid it.

When I had to catch up and go to check, everything returned to the original state.

"Master..." he said. "I want to worship you as my teacher. I have always wanted to, but... I don't dare."

"I know." Feng Changhuan deliberately raised his head, so as not to let the brat see the obvious wavering and urgency in his eyes.

Who knows how long he waited for this day...

"Master."

"Ah."

"Put on your shoes, please."

"Don't wear it!"

Yu Fuchen didn't get annoyed or persuaded, he just lowered his head and untied his boots, even though the man struggled, he wanted to put his jade-colored feet in the shoes and socks.

Ming Sinian, who had been silent for a long time, sensed that there must be something tricky between the two of them. Seeing Yu Fuchen's courteousness, only the word "dog leg" appeared in his mind, he gritted his teeth angrily, and wanted to flatter his master.

"Let go! Leave one for me!!"

Let him take all the limelight, how can a senior brother have a face? !

As soon as Yu Fuchen raised his head, his eyes were gloomy, and he met Ming Sinian who was out of breath.

"Shut up and go back to the cat pen!"

The author has something to say: "Furong is not as good as beauty makeup, and the wind in the water palace brings the fragrance of pearls and emeralds" from Wang Changling's "Autumn Resentment in the West Palace".

"There are beauties in the north, peerless and independent" from "Song of Li Yannian".

The master's plan to break the bend was a complete victory. Since then, the two apprentices have had shadows on the land of Fengyue and the lady, Biyu, and began to let themselves go...

Feng Changhuan: On the surface, I want to marry him a wife, and find a fierce group performer to scare him, so from now on hehehe~

Yu Fuchen: My dead sexual orientation...seriously doubts whether the celestial sister in the spring-dream back then is Master himself.

Ming Si Nian: Young master was scolded?Is this kid scolding the young master? ? ! !

The master's memory is not complete, even if Xugui lured him, and said that Naichen was his former apprentice, he would not believe his nonsense (the real reason is that the mouth of the dead bald donkey is a deceiving ghost), that is to say, it is more abusive. The most important point is that so far, Master has not thought of Nai Chen, but instinctively looked for the shadow of the old man in him. Everything is subconscious, and even Master himself has not faced this problem directly.