Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

It was Rifeng Changhuan who was in a good mood, waved his big hand, and took two extraordinary-looking apprentices out for a stroll.

With the lessons from Zuiyuelou, Yu Fuchen developed an inexplicable fear of women, he himself did not want to admit it, but insisted on liking beautiful women with icy muscles and bones, compared to his body, he was frank Many, when seeing a girl stepping into the one-mile radius around him, they would strode away and would rather hide behind Ming Sinian.

The latter's alienation from women has long been the norm, and they can't avoid it when they see it. When the dispute persisted, Feng Changhuan walked half the street alone. When he looked back, the two apprentices had already disappeared.

The city is bustling with people.

The cries of vendors in the market are endless, or delicious food, or some treasures, it is very similar to the memory of An He... He suddenly felt uncomfortable, as if something was taken out of his chest, empty and annoying sad.

Seeing Feng Changhuan looking around, Yu Fuchen was a little frustrated by his disappointment, lowered his eyes, and silently looked at his empty palm.

"Master...cough! Hold out your hand and let me have a look."

Ming Si Nian's brows that were rarely relaxed were frowned again: "What trick are you trying to play?"

"No, show me."

Not wanting to get close to him, Ming Sinian raised his hand awkwardly, only showing the back of his white hand covered by the cuff.

"Junior brother, are you interested in men..."

Thinking of Feng Changhuan mentioning to him about Ming Sinian's love gu, Yu Fuchen's expression was very complicated when he heard him say this, he shook his head repeatedly to show that he had no thoughts about him, raised his chin and pointed at the wind in the distance. Changhuan.

"Have you noticed that every time Master raises his hand, he always faces up with his palm up, as if asking for something. Ordinary people should show the back of their hand like you, so as not to be strangled by someone's backhand and lose to fight back."

Thinking about it carefully, it is indeed so, Ming Sinian disagrees: "So what, Master just trusts us."

"No, I think he's hiding something."

Yu Fuchen ran up to Feng Changhuan, imitating his previous appearance, and greeted the latter with a smile.

"Master, show me your hand."

The man was not wary of him, he stretched out his hand without thinking much, and it turned out that the palm was facing upwards, causing the brothers and sisters to look at each other, knowing it in their hearts.

Sensing that the atmosphere was different, Feng Changhuan wanted to stop, but Yu Fuchen didn't give him a chance, so he wrapped his arms around his wrist and insisted on finding out.

He underestimated the young man's strength, but it was useless to withdraw his hand, and he froze in place, looking a little out of breath.

"Let go."

Yu Fuchen had the tantrum of a donkey who was mad at people even when he was messed up, so he contradicted him in the street: "No way."

The atmosphere was even more embarrassing now, and even the hawkers around him cast their eyes one after another.

Ming Sinian felt ashamed, so he hurriedly covered the most misunderstood scene with his wide sleeves.

"It's so unreasonable for the public to drag and pull, let go!"

This kid is usually well-behaved, but he is quite irritating when he gets into the horns.

Just when Ming Si Nian's persuasion was ignored, and the two were still at a stalemate, there was an angry shout from a distance: "Where did the wild dog come from! If you want to die, die elsewhere, don't block me from doing business in front of the shop." ! Get out!!"

Compared with the excitement of men holding hands in public, people's attention was distracted by such a clamor. When Yu Fuchen was distracted, Feng Changhuan took advantage of the chaos to get away, and turned around and left without saying anything else.

He deliberately concealed it, and Yu Fuchen was even more curious, but he also turned around and found that his behavior was inappropriate, knowing that he had offended that person, and thinking that he acted too hastily, it was counterproductive.

"What are you doing in a daze, why don't you hurry up and apologize to Master?"

At the same time, the farce in the distance also attracted the crowd of good people.

Feng Changhuan likes to be quiet by nature, and he doesn't want to follow the trend to join in the fun, but the crowd surrounded the street. Seeing Yu Fuchen chasing him behind him, he gritted his teeth and rushed into the crowd. A skinny young figure.

Unclothed and dirty, he collapsed to the ground and was beaten with clubs, without even the strength to dodge.

The child looked about six or seven years old, spitting blood from his mouth, instinctively protecting his head, his face was washed with tears, dark patches and shallow patches, which suddenly overlapped with the scene in his vague memory.

Seeing Feng Changhuan's figure sway, Yu Fuchen caressed his forehead and shook violently.

He wanted to ask the master how the situation was, but that person moved forward one step ahead of him, raised his arm to block the stick that was about to fall on the child, and at the same time, a flash of spiritual light clustered in his palm, pushing the perpetrator far away, hitting him hard The wall lost consciousness on the spot.

"Master! Your hand..."

"No problem, where's your brother? Let him come and see this kid."

In fact, there is no need for a diagnosis. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the child has been hungry for too long to be so weak. He struggled to go to the street to beg for a bite to eat, but he unexpectedly became a victim of the wicked to vent his anger.

Yu Fuchen was supposed to do as he should, but when he got up, his eyes went dark, and then he felt dizzy, as if he had seen a similar scene before...

The boy huddled in a corner of the bustling city, and there were many people coming and going, but there was a dead silence amidst the hustle and bustle.

Well-dressed people sneered at him, and those who felt sorry for each other bullied him into powerlessness.

Dirty, stinking...humble and detestable.

When he was dying, every time he closed his eyes, he seemed to die forever, and his heart was ashamed, but he opened his eyes again and again, waiting for redemption...

At the end of the surviving memory, a glaring white appeared in his vision, which was very sharp compared with his own dirty blackness.

The white clothes are elegant and dusty, like flawless fat jade, stepping in the mud, you are not afraid of tarnishing your whole body...

"Fuchen... Fuchen!!"

When he woke up from the nightmare, Feng Changhuan's red eyes full of worry were in front of him.

Yu Fuchen blinked in confusion, and let the man press his cold fingertips on his forehead, stroking away the pain for him.

"Master, are you not angry anymore?"

"What nonsense."

Yu Fuchen recalled the previous farce, looked around and saw the young child lingering in Ming Sinian's arms.

"how is he?"

"It's nothing serious, it's just that I'm so hungry that I have no strength, Master, look..."

Seeing the unevenness of the road, one cannot ignore it, Feng Changhuan stretched out his finger and breathed in front of the child.

He did it out of good intentions, unexpectedly, the child was hostile to others, completely disregarding that the person in front of him who saved him from danger earlier opened his mouth and bit his fingertips fiercely, everyone was stunned.

Yu Fuchen came back to his senses first, said "Shut up" and wanted to pull people away, but Feng Changhuan was extremely indifferent, expecting something strange.

At first, the boy just wanted to protect himself, biting the man's finger dripping with blood and refused to let go. Later, his expression gradually loosened, his cheeks were bulging, as if he was sucking milk.

"Master, stop!"

Ordinary people would feel nauseated when they smell the bloody smell, but this kid drank it with gusto, could it be a monster? !

Yu Fuchen pulled out Feng Changhuan's hand in desperation, but saw that the man's eyes were wide open, his eyes were loose, his body trembled slightly, he suddenly covered his ears, his fingers went deep into his hair, and he was greatly stimulated.

"Master!!"

The ordinary people who had been knocked into the air by Feng Changhuan earlier woke up after being rescued by everyone, and after a long delay, they didn't lose their temper and argue with others, and pushed away the buddies beside them and walked in front of them.

"I advise you not to meddle in other people's business. This demon boy was born to kill his parents. Anyone who treats him well will be bitten back. He is a dog who will repay his kindness. Leaving him alive is also a disaster for others. It is better to die!"

Yu Fuchen pulled Feng Changhuan closer, and said: "Good and evil in the world have their own rules, even if he has committed a heinous crime, he should not deal with it privately. It is human nature for my master to help him kindly. He is just a child, why bother?" Are you struggling?"

As soon as this remark came out, the crowd of onlookers sighed.

The man recognized that the decoration on the back of Ming Sinian's hand belonged to the disciples of Taoyuan, and he understood the reason why they helped each other. Don't forget to leave a threat: "You will regret it."

Yu Fuchen had no time to take care of it, only saw Feng Changhuan's thin lips moving, his voice was too soft to be heard.

"Master, what did you say?"

"You... go, stop..."

This is not the first time Feng Changhuan mentioned this name in front of Yu Fuchen, the more he kept thinking about it, the more eager he was to find out.

Xingzhi... who the hell?

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"Xingzhi? Who is it?"

When Feng Changhuan, who woke up late at night, opened his eyes and faced Yu Fuchen's question, for a moment he wanted to pretend to be crazy and fool around...

if not?Do you have to truthfully tell him that he just remembered in the chaos, that he erased all his memories with his own hands?

The saddest thing in the world is that you spend your whole life following in the footsteps of others, being the shadow behind the light.

Feng Changhuan had a deep understanding of this, and he didn't want Yu Fuchen to fall into the same dilemma as he did back then, so he only hesitated for a moment, and made a plan in his heart.

"The nickname chosen for you... You are weak this year. As a teacher, I don't want to be alienated from you, so I gave you a pet name."

What a shame.

Yu Fuchen didn't believe his nonsense, but the name was much better than the Sanhua of that day, so he didn't raise any objections, but taunted that person: "The master has good intentions, but the disciple is stupid, don't you?" To understand the implication, I also ask Master to enlighten me."

"Stop, that is to put an end to fighting. There are constant disputes in the secular world. It is better not to be a gentleman than to do treacherous things. This is the way of a gentleman."

Astonished by what he said, Yu Fuchen didn't expect that he would have thought about it a long time ago. After thinking about it for a while, he believed that he was taking the name for himself, and his attitude became more respectful when he asked again.

"Then what does 'walking' mean? Walking and thinking, sitting and remembering, or walking than Boyi?"

"Stupid boy, you can't go beyond..."

Feng Changhuan stretched out his hand towards him with a smile on his face. Halfway through the conversation, this situation and the scene overlapped with his memory, and even the puzzled expression of that person was extremely similar.

The only difference is that the boy who was still childish back then is now a romantic and handsome boy.

Chang Huan knows how difficult it is, and if you are destined to be a master and apprentice in the next life, I will tell you what I owe in this life...

Suddenly recalling the promise back then, Feng Changhuan clenched his fist with his flat palm, and the direction of the veins under the muscles and bones was clearly visible.

My heart tightened, and the dull pain spread.

What he promised... If you are destined to be a master and apprentice again, you must tell the truth that you didn't dare to say back then to that person...

Seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, Yu Fuchen, who lowered his head and blew on the soup, raised his hand and shook it in front of him.

"Master, is it not beyond the limit?"

"It's easy to do but difficult to do."

It seemed that tears flashed in the man's eyes, and the candlelight in the room was dim and indistinct. When Yu Fuchen took a closer look, Feng Changhuan regained his composure, rubbed his aching temple, and changed the topic by himself.

"How long have I slept?"

"Two hours. Ming Si Nian said that your body is weak and you need to rest for a long time before you can recover. If you were bitten by a wicked boy today, it would be considered as feeding the dog out of your kindness. Next time, don't be impulsive again. I... I can come too."

He thought about it, and choked back the words "will feel distressed".

Feng Changhuan took the porcelain bowl he handed over, raised his head and drank the black and bitter concoction without frowning.

I thought it would take an hour to persuade him to take the medicine, but Yu Fuchen was surprised by his quickness. After all, a certain big orange can't touch the tip of his tongue, and now he is still frowning at the already cold Tang Yao hummed and chirped.

"Where did that kid go?"

"Who knows? Ming Sinian originally wanted to take him back to the inn to take care of him, but just after he was fed rice soup, he disappeared without a trace. Maybe that person is right. He is a little devil who will repay his kindness. Cooked."

Earlier Yu Fuchen was very angry, but later he was helpless, regretting why he didn't listen to people's persuasion...

Feng Changhuan rubbed his nose with his hand, and was even more happy when he saw people avoiding him with a blushing face. The secret that he wanted to hide to the end was left behind, and he leaned forward and squinted his eyes, as cunning as a fox .

"You wonder why I meddle in my own business."

"……No."

"You think I'm stupid, don't you?"

"I think you're stupid. You know that it's not worth the effort, but you still expose yourself. Why should you attract attention? Besides, Yangzhou City is the boundary of 36 slopes. It's better to have less than one thing."

"It's really not like your temper. If it were someone else, I might not make a move, but that child reminds me of someone."

"Who?"

"I won't tell you~"

"..."

When he deliberately conceals something, he is really like an old vixen who is well versed in human nature, and he can easily deceive the ignorant little white rabbit in a few clicks.

It's a pity that Feng Changhuan underestimated his apprentice. Compared with the white rabbit, he is more like a wolf cub who has not yet been fully aroused to hemorrhagic. When it is necessary to carry him back to the nest, it will carefully withdraw its sharp claws.

"Sorry, I don't think I came at the right time."

With a soft sound, the window was opened in response, and the gauze curtain fluttered, and it took a long time to slowly hang down.

On the window sill was a person sitting horizontally, dressed in black and a crimson robe, with an elegant demeanor, holding a dandelion in his hand, puffing up his cheeks and blowing, the velvet was scattered in the wind, hidden in the night, and could not be found again.

"Buyin Building?"

"It's down."

Every time this person appeared on the stage, he was extremely in line with his status as a dandy and an underground killer. Yu Fuchen even felt that the reason why he gave Ming Si Nian a love voodoo came down to the fact that they were exactly the same sluts in their bones!It's a match made in heaven! !

Feng Changhuan put his arms around his chest and raised his eyebrows lightly: "It's still here after all."

"That's natural. The junior will never be ignorant of the heights of the sky and the earth, and underestimate your skill, the senior. I came here today to seek the method of detoxification, and I ask the senior to hold you up."

"When you hurt my apprentice, did you ever think about hurting yourself?"

Poison Gu is originally a sorcery of demons and sorcery, which is not tolerated by the principles of heaven and justice. Therefore, in addition to the meaning of "five poisons and three evils are one harm", the "nine" of Jiuyin Island also has a deep meaning of being the bottom of the twelve states. Jiuyou Huahai is the same, and has been unable to stand up in Xiujie for many years.

At that time, Jiuyin Island and Taoxijian were completely torn apart, and snipe and clam competed. There were always people who wanted to reap the benefits of the fisherman. China now has a foothold and is no longer confined to isolated islands in the South China Sea.

Earlier, Feng Changhuan didn't know who had the leisure to try to set off huge waves in the twelve states, but now it seems that it is the Lingxue Palace behind his Buyin Building.

Facing the questioning, Buyinlou was calm and unhurried, still wearing a polite smile: "Senior has taught you very well, and you must repent for your shortcomings."

After all, the Gu worms in Ming Si Nian's body need to be restrained by Bu Yinlou, and the other party greeted him with a smile, so it was not easy to speak coldly, Feng Changhuan hooked his fingers at Yu Fuchen, and said in a deep voice: "Go, his palm should respond There are bruises left by the cold poison, just pull them out for him."

"I go?"

"Being a teacher will only harm people, not save them."

He leaned lazily against the bed rail, his eyes were dim, and he seemed a little disappointed.

"Only your pure Yang spiritual body can save him, just three inches below the wrist, just use your kung fu to drive away the chill."

Yu Fuchen was confused and couldn't ask questions, so he had to follow suit.

When he rolled up the cuffs for Bu Yinlou, he realized that due to the cold poison on his body, his whole arm was blue and purple, cold and stiff, and he had lost his mobility.

"……so serious."

"To be honest, if Taoyuan Medical Sect hadn't been helpless about this, I wouldn't have to take the risk of being regarded as a traitor by the sect and the underground network."

Realizing that Yu Fuchen knew nothing about Feng Changhuan's cold poison, Bu Yinlou was surprised.

He quickly remembered the ambiguity between the two of them before, smiled secretly, moved closer to Yu Fuchen, and lowered his voice to bully Feng Changhuan who had poor ears at night.

"Friend Daoist, do you know where the cold poison comes from?"

The man replied: "Master's poison comes from Master."

"You are right to think so, but to be precise, it is caused by soaking the spirit body in cold spring holy water for many years."

Wanting to pull the elm's head, he pretended to be mysterious, leaned into Yu Fuchen's ear, and continued:

"Your master is the one who suffered the most from the cold poison. I only suffered three points, which is nothing to worry about. He... I'm afraid he will suffer from it day and night. He can't survive, he can't die."

It's indeed a bit outrageous. With Feng Changhuan's usual inconspicuous morality, who would believe that his tortured life would be worse than death?

Bu Yinlou had a hint of probing, thinking that if the two are just superficial masters and apprentices...

A sudden loud "bang" interrupted his thoughts, and it was Yu Fuchen who took the case.

Feng Changhuan was startled, and in the blink of an eye, Yu Fuchen was already standing in front of him.

Candles flicker and the air freezes.

"Master."

Feng Changhuan didn't dare to raise his head, feeling that the atmosphere was so heavy, he should have discovered the clue again and was unhappy.

Afraid to see the anger in his eyes, he didn't even reply, and tilted his head to pretend to be deaf.

"Master, you...you drilled into my quilt at night because...Is it because I can make you comfortable?"

Bu Yinlou, who was waiting for a good show, sipped her herbal tea leisurely, and immediately spit out a mouthful of water when he heard this, choking half to death.

... This kid, who has developed to that point and is still pretending to be stupid, is he really meddling? ?

Also shocked was Feng Changhuan himself, who swallowed his saliva, and for a moment didn't know whether to focus on the hidden secret of the cold poison being detected by him, or the ambiguous words blurted out.

After careful consideration, he nodded.

... It's more than comfortable, it's simply ecstasy! !

During the days in Yangzhou City, in order to prevent Feng Changhuan from sneaking into his bed at night, Yu Fuchen had to lock the door three times every night and make another barrier. He also has a fear of heights, so if he had some courage, he would not dare to go to the house to expose the tiles.

... Master must be very cold these days.

She couldn't help pulling his cold hand, feeling the man's fleeting embarrassment, and hesitated to speak.

Yu Fuchen wanted to say: Master, sleep with me from now on, I won't reject you again.

But this is too difficult to say, and it is too easy to be misunderstood.

Speaking of it, it was because he was born with a pure yang spirit body that he could alleviate Feng Changhuan's pain from cold poison, but he was not the only one whose spirit belonged to yang, it was someone else...

It was someone else, sleeping with his master... Thinking about it, I feel an inexplicable anger rushing straight to Tianlinggai.

No, as expected, Shizun can only sleep with him alone! !

"Master, I..."

"Wait, wait first!" Bu Yinlou, who had a strong desire to survive, stopped him: "Before sleeping-your master, can you show mercy and help me get rid of the cold poison first? Don't forget, I also want to Sacrifice the color-phase to detoxify your brother!!"

The author has something to say: The humble young palace master, who is stuffed with dog food for online assists, feels distressed for his real name.

Today, let’s talk about the master who is in a state of confusion, addicted to Guoman and can’t extricate himself. I always feel that the master before his death is similar to Qi Wang Li Maozhen in "Bad People" and the murderous Guanyin in "Journey to the West". Including temperament, the way of dealing with people and things, and the only weakness.

Not to be a spoiler, the master came back from the dead, I believe many cuties have already guessed that his only weakness before death was the little milk wolf, if not, there is no need to change his life for him, and he will face death calmly.At that time, the master only thought it was the relationship between the master and the apprentice, and he didn't realize until after he was resurrected that not all masters were willing to sacrifice their lives to save the apprentices, he was out of love.

But will he admit it?Absolutely not with Master's temperament, but now he has shown the characteristics of split personality. As for the reason, I will talk about it later. It can only be said that molesting milk dust is his nature, and it was something he would never show in the past On the hidden side, the so-called split personality is nothing more than allowing him to reproduce his true self on another level.

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