Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

The banks of the river are green in spring, and the blue waves are slightly rippling.

The young man was naked and immersed in the river water, scooped up a handful of refreshing water, and washed away the dirt all over his body.

With mixed feelings in his heart, he stared at his own reflection on the water.

The breeze blows, the ripples gradually rise to blow away the mind, and the fish shuttle through the water, completely unaware of the suffering of the world.

Yu Fuchen sighed, wiped his dripping hair, and stared at the large burnt scar on his left shoulder in a daze.

It would be ridiculous for two people with incomplete memories to want to continue their relationship. With his current position, it would be extremely difficult to take another step.

Knowing that the master has been kind to him in nurturing him, but it is difficult for him to achieve great things with his own strength.

Now that the man sees the light of day again, the forces in all directions have their own concerns, can I... really protect him?

"Don't be greedy for cold, you will get sick."

His thoughts were interrupted, Yu Fuchen turned his head, and Feng Changhuan squatted on the bank, reaching out to him.

"That's great, I want to go too..."

"No, Master is injured, no matter how anxious you are, you have to wait until you recover."

After all, the wolf cub is still young, seeing the man staring at his lower body immersed in the water, he didn't feel the slightest bit of heat from that gaze.

Compared with his calmness, this old and disrespectful person is almost on fire...

"think……"

"No, you don't want to."

In order to prevent him from playing the wrong string again, Yu Fuchen had no choice but to climb up the river bank, and took advantage of the opportunity to lift the white scarf tied around his waist, ignoring the disappointment in the man's eyes.

This kind of lowness just passed by, Feng Changhuan pursed his lips, and soon looked at the darling apprentice's well-shaped, solid and powerful body, dreaming about it, and now he even had plans for what posture to use in the future.

The atmosphere here is ambiguous, a few steps away, the young master of Lingxue Palace and senior brother Taoxijian are full of gunpowder, even the slightest spark is enough to blow up the bones of the two of them.

"Go away! Don't touch me!!"

"Didn't you ask me to help bandage it? You don't recognize anyone when you take off your clothes. What a scum..."

When Ming Sinian raised his hand, it was a loud and powerful slap, forcing Bu Yinlou to stop chattering.

"Get lost! Do you know that obscene diseases are contagious, crawl for me, ten miles away!!"

Feeling that it was not enough to relieve his anger, he raised his leg and kicked him again, almost knocking him down.

"What's the situation?"

Feng Changhuan wiped the water drops on his back for him, took the opportunity to touch two, and explained flatteringly: "Love Gu, born from the same root, can connect the minds of both parties within a few days after entering the body, not to mention the pain, even the desire- Thoughts are exactly the same, tsk~"

"Then you don't even have a secret in front of the other party?"

Seeing the two of them approaching, Ming Sinian went to Feng Changhuan's side to ask for his health, completely disregarding his clothes being unbuttoned.

"Master, is the injury okay?"

"No problem, it's you who hurt yourself to force him to help, don't be stupid again."

How painful it is for him to stab himself, and Bu Yinlou will suffer the same torture.

Knowing that as a late-born person, he speaks lightly, and Ming Sinian made such a bad plan to avoid disaster, so he would inevitably be accused of being stupid, but to have such a heart, it is enough to show that the master is absolutely incomparable in his heart.

Yu Fuchen thought that Ming Sinian was superior in terms of courage and courage, seeing that his wound was still bleeding, he took the bandage from Bu Yinlou.

"It's always okay if I come to help you."

Daju snorted and didn't refuse.

With the help of the power of Lingxue Palace, there is no way to do it, and it will not be too late to pay back the favor owed in the future.

"By the way, Xiao Nian Nian."

Cleaning up the gap between the wounds, Feng Changhuan approached Ming Sinian with a wicked smile, and he shivered unavoidably from the nasty address.

"It's probably not written in the Taoyuan medical books. If you want to contagious flower-willow-disease, you have to do sex-joy. Don't tell me you... Sigh! I don't know what to say as a teacher, so I will give it to Young Master Bu. Advice, there are 3000 beauties in the harem, and the iron pestle is ground into embroidery needles, you can ask for more blessings..."

"Wow——Senior Feng, have you ever thought about where to settle down after leaving Yangzhou City? If you don't mind, this junior can help you with suggestions!"

Hearing him mention this matter, Bu Yinlou hurriedly changed the subject, lest Ming Sinian destroy his property in a fit of anger...

"No, I'm happy only in hiding."

"Since that's the case, senior should consider Lingxue Palace?"

Now that Buyinlou has no chance to clean himself up after wading in the muddy water, it is better to be black to the end, which can be regarded as pleasing to the future Taoist companions.

Yu Fuchen agreed to Buyinlou's proposal after careful consideration, and Feng Changhuan leaned on his shoulder and did not refute it, which seemed to mean marrying a chicken and following a chicken, marrying a dog and following a dog, only Ming Sinian was full of vigilance.

"I disagree. There are many people with ulterior motives for Master. Even if you are the young master, you may not be able to protect Master!"

"You can rest assured, as long as you know that I will not harm your master. Since you have the confidence to connect with me, why don't you spy on my inner thoughts?"

What he said was sincere, and it didn't seem to be false, and Ming Sinian couldn't say anything against it.

So the three masters and apprentices embarked on a journey.

Lingxue Palace is located in the extremely cold place in the north, covered with ice and snow all the year round, hidden in the snow mountain, the family style is simple, the disciples are kind to others, abide by the school rules for many years, most of them practice behind closed doors since the vicious war, don't care about world affairs, use spells and unique skills One grid of swordsmanship is the foundation of the school.

The founding master of Lingxue Palace loves Meizhi's "Ling Han's unique openness" by nature. He has studied hard for many years and integrated the artistic conception into swordsmanship. Palace ranks the top of the twelve states.

In order to arrange matters earlier, Buyinlou returned to the sect first. Before leaving, he told the three of them not to mention meeting him in front of the disciples of Lingxue Palace. He will arrange things by himself.

Yu Fuchen understood, and set off after a short rest.

Feng Changhuan is afraid of heights, so he is not good at walking with a sword, his body is injured, and he can't use lightness kung fu to drive.

Thinking of the difficult journey that brought him back to the Buddhist sect from Kunlun earlier, Yu Fuchen complained endlessly, he didn't want to waste too much time on his way, and he didn't want to be bothered by clearly disliking his master.

Feng Changhuan pointed to himself: "Why don't you carry me on your back."

No one can steal his little wolf cub!

The red-eyed old ghost was full of anticipation to get close to his lover, but he forgot that he was not in good condition, and he became dizzy after a while, clutching the clothes on Yu Fuchen's shoulders tightly, his breathing became short of breath, and the cold air was on the back of his neck, strangely seductive...

"Master, if you are afraid, close your eyes."

He heard a whimper of "Ugh..." in his ear, and before he could stop, the man opened his mouth and spit out a puddle of filth, Yu Fuchen's face turned livid.

"Master..."

"Dizzy... poof!"

"...how can you spit out like this because you are afraid of heights?"

Ming Si Nian said: "Your sword control skills are too bad, Master can't stand your up and down up and down, I'm sorry to say it directly, but I just endured it silently and became what I am now."

Dizziness became a daily routine on the road, Feng Changhuan was tortured beyond human form after three days, and finally refused to climb on Yu Fuchen's back no matter what he said.

"As a teacher, now... I feel sick when I see Luan Dao."

Fortunately, three days were enough to travel to the north. Yu Fuchen and Ming Sinian both changed into winter clothes and rushed to Lingxue Palace, while Feng Changhuan was still barefoot and thin, sitting sideways on Baizi's back, just like walking in a painting people who come out.

Outside the mountain gate, he was dressed in white, blending in with the snow all over the ground. Yu Fuchen followed closely behind, looking at the situation, recalling the piercing scene when they first met in Kunlun.

Ming Sinian's physique was no better than Yu Fuchen's, and he complained repeatedly while climbing the mountain. To avoid the cold, he hugged Heizi himself, covered his hands with the little guy's body temperature, and drank hot wine to warm up every once in a while.

"Dog, it's not a good place to live. I have to live in an extremely cold place where birds don't shit..."

Yu Fuchen held back his laughter and let out a "tsk": "Senior brother, there's no need to swear, is there?"

"I just can't get used to that dog... Ah Choo!!"

Two lines of snot came down in response, and Ming Sinian, who was so cold that his hands and feet lost consciousness, envied the master who was already cold, and he was not afraid of the cold even in the world of ice and snow. .

Yu Fuchen didn't talk much, he went forward and knocked on the mountain gate with the copper ring in his hand, a moment later the wooden door engraved with sectarian seals opened in response, and a boy about five or six years old came out of it, bowed respectfully to the two, and said :

"The three elders braved the snow to go up the mountain, but what's the rush?"

"To be honest, I want to meet the real master, can you inform me?"

"Master has been practicing in seclusion for more than two years, and it will be three years. During this period, even the disciples in the sect have not been interviewed. I am afraid that you will not be able to fulfill your wish. It is still early. If you leave now, you can still stay in the village at the foot of the mountain before dark. It's late, but I'm going to sleep in the mountains and forests in the cold wind."

After all, the boy made a gesture to close the door.

Thinking of going back to the steep mountain that he had climbed before, how could Ming Si Nian go back home just like that?Pushing Yu Fuchen aside, he raised his hand to stop the little boy, with the toe of his boot caught in the crack of the door, making the little boy in a dilemma.

"Don't make things difficult for me as a disciple. It's really an order from the master's sect not to let outsiders in easily. Please come back earlier."

"Impossible! How can we come back from such a long distance without success? How can you bear the heart of my master to be shivering in the cold wind wearing such thin clothes?"

After hearing this, Feng Changhuan pretended to be sick and suffering, and exaggeratedly coughed a few times.

After bickering with the little boy, the noise caught the attention of the morning exercise disciples, and they all came forward to ask what happened, until one of them withdrew with a clear voice.

"Why don't you go to practice at a good time, what are you doing in front of the door, but you have moved your heart and want to go down the mountain to practice?"

A group of disciples bowed their heads and called out in unison: "Eldest brother."

A supervisor came, and Yu Fuchen retracted his movements and corrected his attitude. He was about to speak when he heard a "bang", and the boy immediately closed the door tightly, leaning his back against the latch, and forced a smile: "Brother, senior brother, good morning... ..."

From the tone of voice, he was afraid of this person.

The young man asked with a "hmm", "What happened, why are you so flustered?"

"No! No...it's just a few monks who came to look for the master. I have explained the retreat of the real master and persuaded them to go back."

"How can you be so rude? The visitor is a guest, and I, Lingxue Palace, have no reason to avoid it."

Yu Fuchen pressed his ear to the door panel and only listened to a few words, wondering why the mountain gate opened again when there was no sound, and the senior brother greeted the guests in person.

With a lot of force, the door panel came suddenly, and slapped the sneaky Yu Fuchen squarely, his nose was hot, and two lines of hot blood gushed out.

Feng Changhuan was eager to love his disciple, and stroked his forehead trying to make the nosebleed flow back, but he didn't know that the angle was so wrong that Yu Fuchen could see the faintly visible body under his thin shirt, his breathing quickened, his heartbeat increased, and the blood flow reversed a lot. increase……

"Are you hurt?"

"I, you...um..."

The injury is not hurt, but it is a little irritating...

Senior brother Lingxuegong, who accidentally injured someone, apologized repeatedly, and invited him into the door. The morning training disciples who came to watch stood neatly on both sides, holding swords and fists and shouting loudly: "Welcome to the guest from afar!!"

"The visitor is a guest. It is not my way of hospitality in Lingxue Palace to see you behind closed doors. I apologize for offending you all unintentionally just now. Under the white zhezhou, the disciple of the real master of the sect is temporarily managing the affairs of the sect. Why are you here? This way please."

Under the guidance of Bai Zhezhou, Yu Fuchen was half-led and half-dragged by Feng Changhuan to a secluded teahouse, where few people come and go, it is a good place for quiet practice. The disciple called the doctor to come.

"Bai Daoist, don't need to be nervous. The younger brother just knocked his head out and caused trouble for your sect. I really feel sorry for him."

Ming Si Nian was polite to others, a little more calm than usual, and by the way, he took out a handkerchief and threw it to Yu Fuchen.

The other party smiled and said: "It's okay, just call me to break the boat. There is a reason for the incident, everyone must have knocked on the mountain gate for help, how can Lingxue Palace just ignore it? However, the master master of the sect is closed and no one is allowed to disturb you. If you have difficulties, you may wish to tell me, if you can, you will do your best to help."

"To tell you the truth, it's for refuge. Earlier, a disciple of 36 Pei died tragically in the Zuiyue Tower in Yangzhou City. My master happened to appear on the scene and was mistaken for the murderer. He was hunted down to this point. He was desperate. I heard that Lingxue Palace To act impartially is to cultivate Tianluo, and I ask Lingxue Palace to give my master justice."

Due to maintaining neutrality and often participating in the mediation of disputes, Lingxue Palace often had to decide between right and wrong over trivial household matters, until the unbearable head took refuge in the mountains in the name of retreat for peace, and the young palace master Bu Yinlou Being entangled in the work of the ground network, the mess fell on Bai Zhezhou alone.

When he mentioned the tragedy in Yangzhou City, his face changed drastically. He should have heard about it. Seeing the three of them traveling all the way, they were indeed forced to do nothing. Although the red-eyed senior in front of him looked young, his every move was full of murder. decisive.

When walking, the movements are a little out of order, and I can't do what I want, maybe I have injuries...

Since it is fair and just, Bai Zhezhou doesn't want to listen to one-sided words, so he invited someone to sit down and offer tea, and said: "The two fellow Taoists are sincere, and they have concealed the truth, but they are not deceitful. If you don't mind, you might as well send Let me tell you all the ins and outs, so I can advise you two, what do you think?"

This person is shrewd and has a heavy responsibility at a young age, which shows that his ability is extraordinary.

Yu Fuchen had no reason to hide it, so he explained the ins and outs.

"In this way, I am afraid that the bloody storm that swept across the cultivation world will affect the twelve states. I am only a junior who is temporarily in charge of affairs, and it is difficult for one person to make major decisions. Since you are seeking refuge, you might as well stay in Lingxue Palace for a few days, so that you can stay with me and the people inside the door." How about making a decision after the elders discuss it?"

With his words, Yu Fuchen felt more at ease, thinking there was still room for discussion, and besides, they were just looking for a place where they could settle down temporarily to avoid the limelight.

Looking at the master who moved to the door and looked out, Yu Fuchen blocked his nostrils, his eyes were dimmed, and only the four words "being old and disrespectful" remained in his mind.

"Master... you should explain a few words, it will be difficult for us to do so."

The man was justified: "Explain what? After all these years of smearing, do you still care about whether you can clear your reputation?"

As soon as the subject changed, he suddenly restrained himself.

Looking at the helpless young man with a merciful look on his face, he sighed softly: "As a teacher, he is black or white, so why should others recognize him?"

It is enough for you to know me alone.

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