Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

In the final analysis, Feng Changhuan's teaching method is different from that of the famous sect, never mentioning the word abstinence, but it can make Yu Fuchen never have any evil fire since then, which can be regarded as a miraculous effect.

On that day, Yu Fuchen heard that a cat was lost in the neighbor's house, and he searched around the house for more than half an hour, but there was no sign of the cat. Seeing Feng Changhuan looking up at the sky thoughtfully, he stepped forward and asked Said: "Master, did you see a cat..."

The man stared intently at the high place, and Yu Fuchen followed his line of sight happily.

Sure enough, there was a shivering kitten huddled on the branch of the elm tree. It must have climbed up and couldn't get down.

"Master also came to look for it?"

"No, I carried it up." Feng Changhuan rubbed his chin, glanced at him quietly, and leaned against the low wall to look out.

The corner of Yu Fuchen's mouth twitched, thinking that his master's work cannot be judged by common sense, but why would he hold another cat's cat on a high place to see if it is in a dilemma? ?

The boy was helpless, hugged the cat which was whining in a low voice, and went to the side of the man again.

"You have no grievances with this cat in the past, and you have no grievances in the present, so why bother to harm it?"

Feng Changhuan didn't answer, and pointed forward, and saw two cats of different colors lying lazily in the courtyard separated by a wall.

One is white all over, with sharp eyes, and the other is Sanhua, slightly smaller in size.

The latter bullied the white cat, which was much taller than him, with its tail upturned, its hind legs rubbing restlessly, and there were low and comfortable cries from its throat, and it would bury its head there from time to time = the white cat The neck is coquettish.

At first, the white cat was full of displeasure at being peeped at, and bared its sharp teeth at the two with hostility, showing a fierce look.

But when Sanhua stretched out her pink tongue to lick the fluff on its back, she suddenly showed tenderness, the sharpness in her eyes was fleeting, and she groaned.

Yu Fuchen looked between the legs of the two cats and counted... four.

Four round and fluffy, isn't that two...

"For the matter of estrus, the male and the male come together. Don't worry about the female cat."

Feng Changhuan spoke out loudly, and even coughed after finishing speaking.

"So you carried it up a tree?"

"if not?"

The man shaved his forehead hair disapprovingly, his clothes were a little disheveled, his long hair was not taken care of carefully, and he still didn't wear shoes on his feet. It was obvious that he had just woken up not long ago, and maybe the three cats had disturbed his dream.

"Do you know how big cats are?"

Another sentence without reason, Yu Fuchen was stunned, the man stretched out his hand, compared to the little finger, probably referring to the length.

Yu Fuchen's face turned red, Master Xindao said such things inexplicably, ignoring him would be a shame, ignoring... and not knowing how to answer, he could only bite the bullet and answer unclearly: "So Ah...compared to the size, it's amazing."

This time it was Feng Changhuan who was stunned. He looked at half of his little finger and moved it up again, indicating that it was the length of the nail.

"It's only this big, and it has the one I can't tell you about. The one underneath will hurt very much. They are both males, but they are willing to be subdued by females. Do you know why?"

"is love?"

Feng Changhuan gave him a white look, didn't want to say any more, continued to enjoy the spring scenery, and after a while he replied slowly: "It's the one the administrator forbade to say..."

Yu Fuchen didn't have anything to do with him, this person either taught him to go shopping in tile shops to find sex, or he talked about having sex and so on...

"Should Master teach me something?" He asked tentatively.

After returning home, Feng Changhuan happily bit a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus lotus root, but Ming Sinian, who heard the news, was in good spirits. He still remembered the "eight-character enmity" of that day, and sneered: "It's just you? You don't care too much." How many catties do you have?"

I don't know if he felt sympathy for him being oppressed by Ming Si Nian for a long time, Feng Changhuan, who was full of wine and food, slapped his thigh and made up his mind: "Success, today I will teach you how to control spiritual power."

Immortal cultivation has a gradual process. Ordinary people can realize the essence and know how to control their own strength in daily practice, but Yu Fuchen is just the opposite.

He was born with spiritual power, and in the past he relied on Master Xu Yun's spells to suppress the disordered spiritual flow.

Now that no one is strengthening the spell, his spiritual power will break free from it, and once it is fully released, it will be difficult to control.

In the past few days when there was nothing wrong with each other, Feng Changhuan was not indifferent to this, but he just couldn't think of a comprehensive solution. After all, his spiritual power was lost and his soul was incomplete. It is difficult to determine the outcome of a strong fight against him, and the possibility of losing is even greater .

He couldn't bear Yu Fuchen to take risks, so he could only teach others how to fish.

He deliberately found a remote place to help Yu Fuchen cultivate, Ming Sinian evaded responsibility by recuperating his injuries, and Feng Changhuan patted his head: "Don't worry, the teacher is still here, so you won't encounter any accidents."

Yu Fuchen's heart felt hot, and he realized that someone in the world could be called a master by him, and he was so relieved.

"Do your best to control it, don't let it wreak havoc in your body and occupy your consciousness. Meditate, gather the spiritual flow in your body into your chest, and use it to form qi to protect the golden core and heart veins. The spiritual power gathers at the fingertips..."

As soon as the words fell, Yu Fuchen's right hand shone with dazzling light. Feng Changhuan had no time to dodge, and was pushed out by a strong force, and his consciousness fell into chaos as the sky spun.

bastard...

It's only a few days that are enough to turn the people he turned on their backs. I'm afraid that in a few days, I, as a master, will be trampled under his feet and oppressed by him...

When he opened his eyes, Yu Fuchen ran towards him with eyes full of shock, and Feng Changhuan fell to the side of the wall, with dull pains all over his body, showing his despondency.

"Master! I didn't intend to hurt you."

Yu Fuchen's heart sank, thinking that he might be just like what nothingness said, and he really wasn't a material for cultivating immortals.

Either remain unmoved, or become a blockbuster, both are at the extreme of derogatory meaning, no wonder the old monk refused to teach him the exercises.

"Master, I..."

"Fighting well!" Fearing that he would be shaken, Feng Changhuan blurted out: "Fighting well, a child can be taught."

"..."

Poor masters all over the world, even if they are unable to move their old waist, they still have to grit their teeth and praise him.

Half an hour later, still in the same place, Feng Changhuan put the iron pot on his head, and shouted loudly to the disciples who were three feet away: "Jie Qi to protect the heart, do it again!"

Yu Fuchen's savvy is extraordinary, and accidentally hurting his master inspired him to succeed. This time, he did not lose control. Looking from afar, his overflowing spiritual power seemed to be on fire.

Feng Changhuan was puzzled, looked at the blue flames ignited at his fingertips, and murmured: "Is it still too reluctant..."

From this point of view, there is a reason why Master Xu Yun refused to lead him on the right path, but imprisoned him with a spell to escape...

Feng Changhuan extinguished the illusory flames around him, stroked his wrist and pulled him to his side, tapped his brows lightly, and when they touched, a soft light came out.

"Master, Xu Wu said that I am not a material for cultivating immortals. In the past, I would always argue with him. Now it seems..."

"Looking at it now, he's a real nonsense talker."

Yu Fuchen felt the force of the fingers on his forehead, easily pushing him down.

Feng Chang was smiling happily, not like a master and apprentice, but a bit like a brother.

"Don't pay too much attention to what other people think of you. They are ignorant, and they don't understand. They are not reasons to persecute you."

"But it's true that I hurt people. I didn't want to, but I can't deny that I did it."

"If that's the case, why do you worship a wicked man like me as your teacher?" Feng Changhuan asked back, seeing that the man lowered his eyes and didn't answer, the corner of his mouth smiled even deeper.

He put his hands on his chest, feeling the long-lost steady pulse.

He knew better than anyone what held him back to the world when he decided to die.

"Stop it... the gods and Buddhas of the heavens can't redeem my heinous crimes, but you can."

The sound of "stop" evoked a corner of Yu Fuchen's sealed memory, and darkness suddenly fell in front of him.

When the dizziness hit, a pair of hands caressed his forehead, brushing away all the pain that troubled him.

"Master... Master..."

He yelled obsessively, and unconsciously wrapped his arms around the thin waist of the man, and there was a tight tremor under his palms.

Thousands of words came to the lips, and turned into a sleepy babble: "Master, don't leave, okay..."

Feng Changhuan hugged him tighter, and pressed his cheek against his forehead, as warm as ever, with a subtle sense of familiarity...

"It is clear that I met Jun for the first time, but it seems like an old friend returning..."

The young figure in the remaining memory should be your age now.

……

There were no waves in the old well when he was practicing, and Yu Fuchen was born with a spirit body, so he still didn't know how to control his spiritual power. If he could learn from a teacher earlier and devote himself to practicing, he would be in the position of Tianji now.

In the early days, the Xuanji Pagoda, which was used to monitor the cultivation world, was named after the positions of the Big Dipper, referring to the seven realms that can be reached by skill, namely Tianshu, Tianxuan, Tianji, Tianquan, Yuheng, Kaiyang and Yaoguang.

From the bottom to the top, the two are one floor, and the four are one section. The high-ranking disciples of all sects are all in one section, that is, under the authority of heaven.The head of the sect may be the highest Tianshu, or the second Tianxuan, this is the way of the world.

As long as there is the mortal way, there is also the way of immortals and ghosts. Leaving aside the latter for now, there is the immortal Beichen who is above the Tianshu.

In the early years, Master Xuanxu of Lingxue Palace used the technique of gossip to deduce good and bad luck, predicting that a hundred years later, there will be evil spirits and disasters in the world. The savior of the world, such as Beichen, caused an uproar for a while. For the emperor, all failed.

Looking at the present, after Kyushu surrendered to Feng Changhuan, Liu Changting, the Immortal Venerable of the Supreme Dao, ordered the cultivation world to abolish the seven-star hierarchy, and the children of the Jianghu are treated equally. Since then, there have been rumors that the three sages control the lifeline of the world: Jiuzhong Celestial Immortal, Nether The ghost domain demons, and the dragons that roam the world are the heaven, earth, and people that derive all things.

All factions generally believe that the only self-respecting dragon in the world is the ten-night Changting Nine Mengjun who possesses peerless skills and is famous for his bravery and combat skills. Therefore, the Kunlun lineage has attracted much attention from the cultivation world.

Ming Sinian spoke very highly of Yu Fuchen. It would be too condescending to commit himself to Feng Changhuan as a disciple with divine power. It is not to deny the strength of his own master. That person is currently incomplete, his consciousness is disordered, and he is unable to act It is an indisputable fact that common sense guides him.

If it goes on like this, it will cause trouble sooner or later.

He thought he was hiding his thoughts deeply, so he deliberately found the opportunity for Yu Fuchen to practice alone, trying to explain the pros and cons to him.

Looking at the young man sitting cross-legged and meditating from a distance, with his eyes closed and calm, Ming Sinian, who had already planned to speak, suddenly felt that the words came to his lips, but it was not easy to say them.

He realized that he was the redundant one between the master and apprentice who hit it off right away, and even if he reminded something out of good intentions, he would be regarded as a jealous rivalry.

He had no obligation to remind Yu Fuchen to stop the loss, if it wasn't for the bond between the teacher and the sect, the two of them would be nothing more than strangers who met and got acquainted.

His awkward temperament not only likes to deny others, but also himself, so that it is difficult to make up his mind, and he feels more and more strange in his heart.

"Do you think he is very talented and has a bright future?"

When he was struggling, Feng Changhuan walked slowly, holding the half-dream and half-awake Heizi in his arms, his smile was a bit more serious than usual, and he had the aura of a teacher.

Ming Si Nian pretended to admire: "Perhaps, but I don't know something about this disciple, so I would like to ask Master to explain why Master didn't want to accept him as a disciple when he was in the Buddhist sect, but changed his mind when he was in danger?"

Feng Changhuan looked at him with a smile in his eyes, but it was so deep that it made people fall.

Without looking back, he asked back, "Want to hear the truth?"

"think."

"As a teacher, my memory is incomplete, and I can intermittently recall some past events. His eyes and his luan knife remind me of an old friend... an old friend whom I owe."

He paused, frowned, swallowed a mouthful of blood foam, and continued with pain: "Since there is something owed, it is not a gentleman's action to harm him in the future."

"But you took him anyway."

"Because he needs me, I'm not useless."

Feng Changhuan didn't continue, he only said seven points and concealed three points. He always had reservations about people, and he always stopped talking. At this point, when the topic changed, a smile came to the corner of his mouth again.

"Xiao Niannian thinks what kind of weapon is suitable for him."

Caught off guard by nicknames, Ming Si Nian felt nauseated in his stomach, and asked in a trembling voice: "Junior Brother, he already has a Luan Saber, so does he still need anything else?"

The man gave a "tsk", secretly sighed that the apprentice was still young even though he was an old man, and stretched out his index finger to shake it from side to side.

"The Luan Saber is too aggressive. He has never trampled an ant to death during these years in the Buddha School. With such a kind heart, he must not be able to wield the Luan Saber or be bloodthirsty. Shenwu will not obey him. With his current ability Not being able to wield a luan knife is no different from using bare hands."

"So, Master believes that he is full of spiritual power, and can imitate 36 Pi's method of refining weapons, and temper spiritual power in mortal things for their use?"

"clever."

After praising him, Feng Changhuan threw Heizi into his arms again, got up and brushed the rabbit fur off his clothes, and walked towards Yu Fuchen with bare feet, Ming Sinian wanted to follow when he saw this, However, because there was an extra coquettish and rolling rabbit on his leg, he had no choice but to ask: "Master, I haven't said that the weapon is suitable?"

"Needless to say, with your temperament, you will definitely choose a long sword that is extremely elegant. It matches you well, but it is very contrary to him."

Ming Si Nian didn't say any more, wondering if his seemingly incomprehensible master had the ability to read people's hearts, he could see everything in his heart with just one glance, and he couldn't keep any secrets.

Yu Fuchen collected his kung fu, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Master smiling, "How is your kung fu progressing today?"

"Thanks to the master's teaching, now I can gather the spiritual power in my heart and control it with the turning power of the golden core, so I won't hurt others or myself by mistake."

Seeing Ming Si Nian with a different expression, he said again: "Master, these days you always follow me every step of the way, senior brother, will he..."

He took it for granted that Ming Si Nian was dissatisfied, and in all fairness, he felt that Feng Changhuan was indeed eccentric, and he shouldn't have neglected the eldest apprentice out of emotion and reason.

"Yes, he is lonely, lonely, and cold."

Counting, it has been almost a week since they arrived in Yangzhou City. If the young master of Lingxue Palace who was suffering from the cold poison that day did not come to find someone, his life would be in danger.

Feng Changhuan looked "as I expected", raised his hand and pointed to the north, with a sly look in his eyes.

Ming Sinian felt guilty, and retreated calmly. Looking at his dingy back, Yu Fuchen lamented that the arrogant Daju would also have a day of dejection. Huan's insinuations suddenly gave rise to a bad premonition.

"Master...does he have a sweetheart?"

I didn't dare to say that that person might be me, but I recalled that day when Feng Changhuan forced him to lean against the wall to look at the two male cats... Could it be...

"Does he like men??"

Now that he understands that not only men and women will have feelings, it is hard-won progress.

Feng Changhuan appreciated that he was right, and nodded.

Recalling Ming Si Nian's blushing appearance when he saw him, Yu Fuchen had a premonition of danger, his anxious cheeks flushed, which caused misunderstanding.

"no!"

"no?"

"Brother, he is going to be promoted to a big event in the future, so he can't be delayed by his children's affair!!"

"..."

"Even if you want to find a Taoist partner to be a double cultivator, you have to be a beautiful and beautiful Xiu to be worthy of him! I..."

absurd! !

Feng Changhuan, who was supposed to pretend to be stupid about this, had complicated things on his mind, and for the first time in his life, he felt that he couldn't see through the thoughts of young Si-chun.

"You... have something, I hope you can keep it a secret from him..."

He swallowed, and continued: "He still doesn't know the secret, so it's not easy for a teacher to tell it directly. Every year, he... was given a love gu, and in his lifetime, except for the young lord of Lingxue Palace, no one can tell him what he wants. Becoming a Taoist partner with him, this marriage, we have no room to refuse..."

The author has something to say: cats are only so big, so Daju can't give Buyinlou happiness, so Daju is the recipient, full marks for logic.

Misunderstanding that Daju likes his milk dust is a bit embarrassing, just a little bit, the master will pretend that he didn't hear anything.

Focus today: Master said that the long sword is suitable for Daju, because he wants to make a long sword for Daju, or does Daju already have this long sword?