Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

At the end of the night, Yu Fuchen and Ming Sinian are like a pair of door gods, each has a worried person in his heart, one on the left and the other on the right in front of the inn, looking forward to it.

The boy who hadn't slept all night was drowsy, and when his eyelids were about to close tightly, he suddenly felt the cold wind blowing. When he woke up, a dark figure flew past his eyes, and fell into the pile of debris with a loud noise, making a sound. A howl.

"It's not me, it's really not me..."

Opening his eyes, he saw that the person who knew it was unreasonable but still refused to give up his explanation was Bu Yinlou!

Yu Fuchen, who was half asleep and half awake, was hesitating whether to step forward to help someone, when he saw Feng Changhuan walking leisurely, there was no trace of foolishness on his face, and he was not angry when he was solemn, even Ming Si Nian couldn't help but retreat when he saw him. next step.

At this moment, his aura has changed drastically, even worse than when he first met Bu Yinlou that day, even if he hurts someone the next moment, it is not surprising.

"Master, what happened?"

Yu Fuchen asked, the man was not in a hurry to answer, he waved his wide sleeves, dodged in front of Bu Yinlou, grabbed his collar, and lifted him up effortlessly.

"It's not you, could it be that they betrayed me?"

This, this seat...?

How many dishes are so drunk...

This title surprised Yu Fuchen, and Ming Sinian was also full of doubts.

Where did this come from? ?

The two of them didn't know yet, Buyinlou couldn't ask for help, so they could only admit that they were unlucky, and bit their lips, knowing that if they spoke, they would be in a dead end.

One side is the lover, and the other side is the ground net to track down his whereabouts. Even the blind can recognize who is close and who is far away. There is a huge difference in strength between him and Feng Changhuan. Killing himself is like crushing an ant. You must not be reckless... …

"Senior Feng, I still have cold poison in my body. If I can find a cure, I don't have to take the risk to come here. If you have a strange condition, what good will it do me?"

"If people do not work for themselves, heaven and earth will perish."

"It's for my own sake that I can't betray you! Similarly, Lingxue Palace and Diwang have no reason to attack you, and someone else is blaming you!!"

sell?blame? ?

Yu Fuchen guessed some clues, and persuaded: "Master, there should be some misunderstanding, let's calm down first."

After all, the words of the lover carried more weight. Feng Changhuan let go of Bu Yinlou, who was strangled and breathless, and the latter collapsed to the ground.

The man glanced indifferently, and turned into the inn.

Yu Fuchen followed closely behind him, knowing that something big happened last night that made him so uneasy, thinking of Yun Wuyu's advice earlier, he felt a little uneasy in his heart.

"Master, what happened?"

Following Feng Changhuan all the way back to the room, he still refused to speak, Yu Fuchen held his wrist in desperation.

"Master!"

Never expected that the touch would bring about a powerless limp.

Feng Changhuan was born unwilling to show weakness in front of others, especially when treating his apprentices, lest his own fragility would make him worry, if he couldn't bear it...

Yu Fuchen's questioning was fruitless, but he was greeted with a cold and weak embrace.

The man leaned over and buried his head in the crescent of his neck, his breathing trembled slightly, and it was extremely difficult for him to even speak.

"Xingzhi, I didn't do anything evil... right?"

Could it be that he is afraid of something?

Feng Changhuan's temperament is changeable, just now he was fierce, but now he is like a wounded little animal, cowering in Yu Fuchen's arms.

The young man had never comforted anyone. Seeing him like this, he felt very sad. He boldly patted the man on the back and said softly, "Why do you say that? What happened?"

"Among the guests who went to Zuiyuelou to have fun last night, several 36 Pei disciples were attacked. Without exception, they were all pierced through their bodies. Believe it's what I did..."

He was very tired, holding Yu Fuchen's hand tightly, interlocking his fingers was not enough, as if he had to be integrated into his flesh and blood to find a trace of warmth.

"Seizing the five internal organs should be for the cultivation of evil spirits. Besides, what does it have to do with the master if it penetrates the body?"

"You've seen... that day to protect you and Si Nian, I used the cold blade to fight against the ground net. The ultimate move of the cold blade... is to piercing the heart and splitting the body."

It's no wonder that blame is mentioned. If it is true as Bu Yinlou said, this matter has nothing to do with him, Lingxue Palace, or even the ground network. The person who knows that Feng Changhuan is not dead is the one who wants to kill others. Dirty water splashed on him?

Yu Fuchen bit his lower lip, he didn't know much about Xiujie, even now, he didn't even know who was staring at Feng Changhuan, he wanted to appease that person's emotions, but he didn't want to touch the damp and cold.

Looking down, his palm was stained with a large amount of blood. The man was wearing his azure shirt, even if the blood was not obvious, Yu Fuchen panicked.

"Master!"

"Don't be noisy...a little injury, don't make a fuss."

His face was pale, and he pushed Yu Fuchen to cheer him up, but he lost so much blood that he became dizzy, his feet went limp and he almost fell to the ground.

Yu Fuchen hurriedly pulled him into his arms, hugged him irresistibly, the more he struggled, the tighter he hugged him, and finally he was pressed on the couch and couldn't move.

If possible, Yu Fuchen really wanted to tie his hands and feet, so as not to delay the injury by force.

Judging from the location of the bloodstain just now, the wound should be on the waist.

When Yu Fuchen untied Feng Changhuan's belt, he clearly saw a trace of embarrassment flashing across the face of the man who should have been pale due to weakness, and waved his hands indiscriminately to try to push him away, but his feeble movements Struggling together is more like seduction...

"Why are you blushing! I won't do anything to you!!"

The unmanned wolf cub roared angrily, the fierce old fox was startled, then narrowed his eyes, exuding a dangerous aura.

"What are you doing! You bastard apprentice!!"

Stirred by the words, he immediately regained his momentum, gritted his teeth and kicked his leg, forcefully kicking Yu Fuchen who didn't know why.

Seeing this, the wolf cub immediately succumbed: "Master, you, don't be angry, you are seriously injured, and if you don't deal with it quickly, it may cause serious problems, don't be tough - hold on, I will help you, okay?"

It was rare for him to bow his head. If the wound did not hurt so badly, Feng Changhuan would definitely enjoy it again.

But fortunately, the future is long.

Thinking of this, he didn't insist anymore, and obediently lay down on the couch, arching the wound forward.

The matter of undressing should be done by that person himself~

With the previous lesson, even if the man no longer reveals his killing intent, Yu Fuchen is afraid that the beast will bite back.

He stepped forward cautiously, and lifted the hem of the man's robe. Unexpectedly, the first thing that caught his eye was not a horrific wound, but a deep red lotus carved on his waist that spread to his back, against his jade-white complexion, Extra eye-catching.

The long night is safe and quiet, and there are many benefits.

Miaofa Lianhua...could it be...

"Don't...don't look there."

Feng Changhuan squeezed out a pitiful struggle, Yu Fuchen understood that he didn't want to be stared at unbearably, so he followed his will, and gently peeled off the cloth that was clotted with blood.

I can feel the body under my palm trembling, it must be in excruciating pain.

"Master, can I give you sweet-scented sweet-scented lotus root later?"

Just as Feng Changhuan was about to respond, the man took the opportunity to tear off the undershirt that was glued to the wound.The sudden pain caught him off guard, and he had to cover his mouth to swallow the pain back into his stomach, which was replaced by a muffled groan.

Only by seeing it with his own eyes, did Yu Fuchen know how serious his injury was, blood and flesh were all in one piece, it was clearly a freshly torn wound, the area around the wound was red and swollen, and even festered, it was extremely terrifying.

"A hidden weapon that has been quenched with poison?"

He called Min Si Nian, who was also shocked when he saw the tragic situation behind the man. "This is……"

"Master is injured, quickly help him deal with the injury."

When Ming Si Nian went back to his room to fetch the nine needles, Yu Fuchen took the opportunity to poke his fingers into the wound, caressed the man's shoulder as a comfort, and took out the fragments left in his body cleanly.

A large amount of blood gushed out of the wound, and the surrounding skin had to be pressed to avoid excessive blood loss.That's when he discovered that the man's blood was warm.

Not hot or cold, just slightly cool.

"Seal his blood, don't let the poison force into his heart!"

The experienced disciple of the Taoyuan Medical Sect saw the clue at a glance, and Ming Sinian ordered Yu Fuchen to cut off the acupuncture points and at the same time take out nine needles to cast spells.

"Get out, don't get in the way here."

When speaking, the divine martial arts jade flute appeared.

He has long heard that Taoyuan has special treatments for curing diseases and saving lives. Most of the time, outsiders are not allowed to observe, so Yu Fuchen simply closed the door and left.

Standing in the dead corridor, he looked at the large piece of bloody debris on his palm, and vaguely recognized the prototype of the ominous creature.

...is a fang.

Could it be the spirit beast that hurt him?

Wanshou Valley ranks among the twelve prefectures, but rarely interferes with the affairs of the cultivation world, and even the purpose of cultivation is not to attain Taoism and immortality, so why would it harm Feng Changhuan?

He wiped off the blood on his hands with the corner of his clothes, carefully put away the fangs, and went to Ming Sinian's room next door.

Bu Yinlou was here to apply medicinal wine on the bruises he had rubbed earlier. Seeing him push the door in, he immediately put on the half sleeves hanging behind his back to cover the bruises on his shoulders, and greeted him with a smile as if nothing had happened.

"If it were a girl who hadn't left the court to change her clothes, you would have to be responsible to me."

"It's a strange thing that the young master of Lingxue Palace, who is proud of her love, would willingly put her in prison."

Being choked, Bu Yinlou was not angry, and called Yu Fuchen to come forward and poured a cup of hot tea.

This person is well versed in human relationships and sophistication, Yu Fuchen only felt that he was too rich and not suitable for a close friendship, so he declined his kindness.

"I have something to ask, please tell me the whole story of what happened last night, thank you."

The shrewd young master of Lingxue Palace was also stumped by his question.

If it was only for seeking a solution, he still had the option to confess honestly and keep everything in his hands, but the other party thanked him as soon as he opened his mouth, and he really didn't know how to refuse.

With his scheming temperament, he will definitely not tell the truth.

After thinking about it, he and his master and apprentice are like grasshoppers on the same rope, whoever is in trouble, the other party will not be happy, and this matter is on Yu Fuchen's head, so he can take the opportunity to escape.

Taking advantage of the time spent drinking tea to weigh, Buyinlou decided to tell the truth.

"Last night, I followed your master's footsteps and when I arrived, he was already facing three corpses whose human shapes were barely recognizable in Zuiyue Tower."

Feng Changhuan only mentioned the tragic death to Yu Fuchen, but never said that it would be like this, just hearing it made people shudder.

He asked again: "Then why did my master get hurt?"

"After all, Yangzhou City is the boundary of 36 Pi, and the disciples who have a good relationship with it will stay here temporarily. The generation head of 36 Bei who got the news at that time saw a pair of ghost pupils, and guessed that it was Kunlun Jiumeng Lord who had something to do with Twelve Prefectures. What he concealed, the incident happened suddenly, for fear of harming the sect, he didn't dare to publicize it for a while, so he let those scattered monks with unknown origins attack him."

He paused for a moment, then continued:

"The spiritual pet of one of them is Cang Mang, he is... Xiao Chen from the Yuehua clan."

In fact, the identity of this person should not be revealed by Bu Yinlou Dao. From Feng Changhuan's standpoint, he is bound to offend others.

But even if he didn't say it clearly, Yu Fuchen could guess that there were only a handful of people in the world who had the ability to control the Cang Mang, and in the end he would still suspect the elders of the Yuehua clan.

"Cang Mang..." Yu Fuchen murmured, "Master is infected with cold poison, and spirit beasts with fire attributes are his natural enemies."

Unlike human beings, spirit beasts are born with full spiritual power, and will not increase greatly through self-cultivation. They rely on communicating with their masters to enhance their combat power. Therefore, the moment they are born, they are destined to die.

Not to mention who Xiao Chen is, just the appearance of a spirit beast that can restrain Feng Changhuan's skill at the scene of the incident is suspicious enough, and it would be too reluctant to say that someone did not do it deliberately.

Yu Fuchen was puzzled: "Who leaked Master's secret..."

This remark meant something else, and Buyinlou hurriedly cleared the ties: "Herring you is not good for me, and I have no reason to betray you. Lingxue Palace knows nothing about it, as for the ground network..."

"Do you believe that the people under you will not reveal the secret?"

"I don't dare to believe it. I don't want to speak nonsense. I can only say that there is no reason. The ground net is ordered by the Lord of the Xuanji Tower. Although it belongs directly to the Jiuzhongtian, it is the Lord's personal guard. There is no reason to disobey his orders. Besides, the Lord He has never issued a killing order against me, and he has no ill intentions towards your master."

Now that the matter has come to this point, it is no longer important to worry about who leaked the secret, the most urgent thing is to get out as soon as possible.

Escape, where can they escape?The world is under the jurisdiction of the twelve states, and if Jiuchongtian wants him to die, how can he survive?

Seeing his solemn expression, Bu Yinlou knew that there was something difficult to explain, but it was a reality that he had to face.

He tentatively opened his mouth, and changed his name to call him by his name: "Fuchen, have you ever thought that maybe the person who harbors malice towards him is not in the underground network, but... the Buddha sect?"

Otherwise, how could he explain such troubles when he left Wuxiang Mountain?

The possibility that has never been imagined may not necessarily be the truth.

Yu Fuchen asked coldly, "What do you want to say?"

"Buddhist sect...I mean the current Buddhist sect may not be the same as it was when Master Xuyun was there. No matter how firmly you believed and how determined you were in the past, you must understand the meaning of the four words that things are right and people are wrong."

Standing up after speaking, Bu Yinlou patted his arm heavily, knowing that it is not easy for him to be forced to recognize the reality, and there must be a gradual process.

The only problem is that the person who said these words to him was the most inappropriate person.

I have no position, no reason to point out the way for Yu Fuchen, and even whether he lives or dies has nothing to do with me.

...Why do dogs meddle in their own business with mice? They are really full.

He didn't understand the reason why he had to help until he felt a tight discomfort in his chest when he stepped out.

Love Gu and two worms, born from the same root, from the moment he cast the poison Gu, his fate was destined to be connected with Ming Si Nian, and from then on, unless he died, there would be no ending.

...It's weird, but he's just a good-looking disciple of the Medical Sect with an unpredictable and bad temper. How could he stumble on such a person?

As if to punish him for having such evil thoughts, the Gu worm residing in his body suddenly twitched his body, and the painful Bu Yinlou almost fell downstairs, making him clearly hear the outside world.

"It's that red-eyed man who harmed the Daoist of 36 Pei, let him come out and give an explanation!!"

When Yu Fuchen went out, he stepped over the railing directly to save trouble, and when he pushed open the door of the guest room, he was facing the back of the innkeeper who was calming down.

"Fellow folks, I have something to say. It's good that they are guest officials temporarily staying in the small shop, but what they do has nothing to do with the small shop. Don't smash my things because of their evil deeds... "

"Stop talking nonsense! If you dare to cover him up, you belong to the same group! Even you are sent to 36 Pi, let the head judge!!"

Looking around, the people in front of the inn on the third floor and the third floor outside are all ordinary people in common clothes and coats, holding picks and shovels, clamoring for reasoning, arrogant and domineering.

Facing such a battle, Yu Fuchen felt a sharp pain in his temple.

If the people from 36 Pi come to the door, there is reason to say, but a group of mortals can't even do anything about cultivating the rules of the world, so it's really troublesome to mess around.

He also wanted to seek help from the well-informed young master of Lingxue Palace, but that person had long since disappeared.

"...that's really loyal!" Yu Fuchen gritted his teeth, and explained to the head of the most quarrelsome civilian husband: "What you are talking about should be my master. If you offend everyone, I, the master of the apprentice I apologize to everyone..."

"Bah! When it comes to human life, it's too cheap to apologize just to get away with it! That's three lives... Ordinary people who commit the serious crime of murder will be turned over and beheaded by the government. Is it true that monks will be tolerated when they do evil?"

As soon as this statement was made, the surrounding villagers echoed one after another, and Yu Fuchen stood alone in the midst of it, unable to argue with anyone.

"There is no need to explain what happens, they firmly believe that I have done evil, even if the evidence is solid, it is difficult to shake the prejudice in their hearts."

Looking back, Feng Changhuan, whose clothes were half covered, was standing on the balcony supported by Ming Sinian.

Seeing Yu Fuchen looking back, the man pretended to be calm, and slowly walked down the long ladder with his hands behind his back. He wanted to do it without leaking, but his waist hurt and he couldn't do it. He lost his strength after only three or five steps, and was forced to stop at the original place At the same time, ticked off a calm smirk.

"Walk upright, sit upright, it's never too late for the King of Hades to invite me. You should eat and drink, and don't take things to heart. Stop walking, stop walking, you are still young."

However, very pleasing.

As soon as Feng Changhuan appeared, the crowd's voices weakened significantly, and then there was dead silence.

Yu Fuchen stepped forward and stretched out his hand, but others couldn't see the clue, only the two of them knew that without his support, Feng Changhuan couldn't move a single step.

"Master, be careful."

He led the man across the stairs, and when Feng Changhuan walked in front of them, because they were afraid of his powerful skills, everyone stepped back a few steps, lest they get too close and be killed by him.

"Don't say that I didn't do this. Even if I really killed the person, you are only mortal, so what can you do to me?"

He smiled clearly, but made the spring breeze like ice and snow in the cold valley, making people feel endlessly cold, grabbing people's hearts, making them fall into deep fear and unable to extricate themselves.

"The tortoise at 36 Pei didn't dare to fight against me, but instead found you group of scapegoats. Could it be that they deceived me so that I can't do it?"

There were thorns in his words, and the leader of the civilians held the pickaxe in front of him, and asked in a cowardly manner: "Why, facing ordinary people, are you really going to make a move?"

"You are not worthy, get out of the way."

Feng Changhuan stepped forward, but the peasant man was defeated after a short confrontation with him, afraid of the looming evil spirit in his bloody eyes, he dropped the pickaxe and turned around and ran away in a hurry, and the others also started to retreat when they saw this.

"No one is allowed to go."

Hearing the man's soft voice, Yu Fuchen was surrounded by an enchantment, and the man who was running in the front bumped into him, and immediately passed out.

The others immediately calmed down, not daring to say anything more, and when they saw Feng Changhuan approaching, they immediately made way for them.

At the end of the crowd, stood two figures, one tall and one short.

Feng Changhuan stepped forward, followed closely by Yu Fuchen. The young man was very unfamiliar, he had never seen it before, but the boy being pulled by the young man was very familiar.

"you……"

Isn't this the little beggar who was brutally beaten on the street that day and was rescued by Master?

Just as he was about to say hello as a greeting, the little beggar raised his hand and pointed at Feng Changhuan, interrupting Yu Fuchen's kindness at the right time.

"he."

It was clearly an immature child's voice, but its indifference was shocking.

The little beggar said: "He was the one who fed me blood on the street that day."

The author has something to say: Thank you all for reading the text.