Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

Lingxue Palace's 72 chain peaks are listed in the "Three Elegant Places" of the Twelve States. The costumes of the disciples in the sect are mainly snow-colored, complemented by black ink belts. It is also as elegant as the scenery.

The disciples tie their hair with strong branches decorated with plum blossoms, and divide the levels of disciples' skills by color. The shallow ones are elementary disciples, the middle ones are bright red, and the high ones are plain white, which blends with the snow clothes around them. Wide sleeves fluttering.

"Lingxue's swordsmanship is famous all over the world, and it has its merits. Incorporating its essence into its moves will definitely greatly improve its combat power."

Feng Changhuan was leaning against the porch, his bare feet stepping in the snow without feeling cold, a bony hand stretched out from his sleeve, with the cigarette rod between his fingers, he brought it to his mouth to take a deep breath, and then Playing again.

Along with the murmur, the smoke overflowed from his lips, and there was a special charm in the cold weather.

"Stealing skills is not a gentleman's work. I worship under the master's door, how can I do such a low-level thing."

Seeing him sneaking away from a distance, Yu Fuchen held a cup of hot tea and sat beside him, and suddenly remembered that he had forgotten Ming Sinian's instructions.

"Master, you..."

"It was like old friends at first sight, thanks to his caring."

"I carry this thing with me all the time, how did you get it?"

"You and I sleep in the same quilt, even the teacher knows exactly when you wake up in the morning, can you still have a secret?"

It seems... the same thing happened.

But the taste changed when he said it out of his mouth. Could it be that the morning he was referring to was the...

The wolf cub blushed, Feng Changhuan moved forward, leaned against his neck to soak up the warmth, and changed his words: "It's not easy for you, senior brother. You can't learn a little bit by taking me as your teacher these days, and you have to bother to take care of me. It's really hard for him to be sick."

It's rare to hear something in a sentence.

The latter is used to his tricks, and is not as shy as he was at first, knowing that he will eventually be led by the old hooligan into a disciple, and as time goes by, his face will thicken.

"You feel ashamed, just treat him better."

I thought he would pass by laughing and joking, but I didn't expect him to answer seriously: "In this world, I don't trust anyone, only you."

The tension of alienation crumbles.

The old fox approached him first, and the wolf cub had to respond politely.

He let out a "huh" and remained unmoved on the surface: "Even him?"

"Xingzhi, you have to understand that people in the world are not relatives or reasons for you, and there is no reason to treat each other with endless heart. On the contrary, intrigue and deceit are the norm. As a teacher, I think I know people's hearts well, and I have been hurt by human nature, so no one cares. None of them are trusted."

He said: "I have died once, and I don't regret it. Even the gods and Buddhas of the gods will hardly hurt me. Only you are my weakness in this life."

"Master, I can't remember the past, I just want to know that you... died for me?"

"Yes and no."

The latter still has many questions, which are finally contained in the bottom of the tongue, without exit.

To avoid the continued embarrassment of this topic, Yu Fuchen coughed lightly, and pushed Feng Chang's head, which was cheerfully tucked into his collar, away.

"Senior brother will be crowned weak at the end of the month, it's time to get a name for him."

The man had thought about this for a long time, and while smoking, he murmured: "Walking in the world, even if a person speaks lightly, he must live out his heart, so that he... is small? He is a disciple of Taoyuan, but he doesn't want to be confined to the East China Sea. Yu, I didn’t know that I was a guest in my dream, and I was greedy all day long... Since the Wuling people strayed into the Peach Blossom Spring first, why not call him Lord Wuling in the future?"

Lord Wuling, Ming Wei Zhi.

It fits his literary temperament.

The two were discussing how to give that person a surprise on his birthday, when they suddenly saw Bai Zhezhou dragging the gatekeeper boy who turned them away yesterday, Feng Changhuan was in good spirits: "This boy is totally different from ordinary people. , and you will be able to become a talent in the future if you give some advice."

"Why, do you want to accept disciples again?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, I seem to have heard that the jar of vinegar has been turned over."

Yu Fuchen rolled his eyes, silently acquiescing.

In the matter of feelings, there is nothing wrong with being selfish. It is human nature not to want to share with others, not to mention the wildness and possessiveness in his bones. Once he believes that the person belongs to him, he can only belong to him.

Bai Zhezhou took the little boy and greeted them, "Yesterday I offended you a lot, because I was foolish and ruined the reputation of my sect, and I offended the two elders. Zhitian knows my mistake, and I am here to plead guilty, please forgive me!"

The little boy named Zhitian bowed his head to the two, not daring to look at each other, Bai Zhezhou flicked his fingers and hit him on the forehead slightly to punish him:

"Offending is the primary crime, and ruining your reputation is secondary. You little idiot, why did you forget it right now?"

It was clearly a reproach, but there was a hint of pampering in his tone.

Zhitian smiled sweetly at his senior brother, he was not afraid of getting into trouble if someone backed him up, the look in his eyes when he looked at Yu Fuchen lost all timidity, and his address changed along with it.

"Brother, I'm sorry, Zhitian made a mistake, and I won't do it again in the future."

Master, I'm sorry, my disciple is wrong, please see if I'm alright...Master, I beg you...

Master, this disciple will not commit another crime in the future, come back and take a look at me, okay...

Please……

The immature child's voice in the distant memory lingered in his ears, he lost his mind for a moment, and then his eyes were dark, and the dull pain in his heart made Feng Changhuan in a trance.

In confusion, he seemed to be looking for something...

"Master, Master? Are you feeling unwell?"

"No……"

Feng Changhuan was originally very good at acting, and he could say a few words against his will without leaving a trace, but this simple denial made him realize that he was unwilling to deceive that person.

I can't bear it... It's probably this kind of emotion.

He didn't dare to look at the man's concerned eyes, and hid the pain in his heart to find another topic: "This kid has good bones, and he is a rare talent for practicing kung fu."

"It's only been half a month since he went up the mountain. I made an exception to allow him to enter because of his miserable life experience. I don't know if the master master will blame me after leaving the customs. Should I say that Lingxue Palace is too rigid..."

When these words came from Bai Zhezhou's mouth, the meaning was quite different.

Even the eldest disciple is willing to take the blame of deceiving his master and destroying his ancestors, and bluntly thinks that Lingxue Palace is too old-fashioned, so that it is self-contained, I am afraid that it is true.

"What do you mean by Brother Zhezhou?"

"The master has an order, except for the elders of the first generation of the sect, no one is allowed to accept apprentices. The master uncle of the sect has been in seclusion for more than two years, and the elders will either go to clean up together, or go down the mountain to stay away from the sect. Young Palace Master I have been reluctant to interfere in the affairs of the sect, I really don't know how Lingxue Palace can maintain it."

It seems that during the two years that Bu Nian Ansa didn't do anything, Bai Zhezhou, as a big disciple, had to work hard to maintain it, taking over all the mess with one hand, he was still so young, it was really embarrassing.

Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite. Perhaps the dazzling and famous family in the past has long lost its original glory.

After lunch, a Zhenlong chess game in the teahouse gradually became better.

The two sides are facing each other tit-for-tat, not giving in to each other, the two colors of yin and yang are like a swan and a dragon, one lives in the blue sky and looks down on all living beings, and the other occupies the Shenzhou as the main square, it is difficult to distinguish the advantages.

"Wei Zhizheng's superb chess skills are convincing, and he can't help himself."

This title made Ming Si Nian full of doubts. Seeing Feng Changhuan and Yu Fuchen's meaningful hidden smiles on their faces, he understood immediately, and his cheeks blushed uncharacteristically.

He caressed his hot face, blinked helplessly, his chest heaved violently, it must have been touched by it.

"Master, I..."

Daju was not good at expressing, and when the words came to his lips, he was ashamed to say them, so he could only make a note secretly, and said to Bai Zhezhou with a smile in his eyes: "Brother Zhezhou's praise is just random, today we are interested Zheng Nong, it doesn't matter who wins or loses, so let's stop here and continue in the future?"

Yu Fuchen saw that Bai Zhezhou was clearly playing a game of courtiers' chess. It seemed that he was aiming at everything, just to cut off Bai's back, but in fact, every step was hidden to leave room for mystery. .

This game was dominated by the surname Bai, and the so-called continuation may be in the foreseeable future.

What he didn't see was that Ming Si Nian also left a three-point leeway, it's the rule not to turn back to the guest, and it's natural to give Lingxue Palace face if you live under the fence.

The two famous disciples are extremely smart, they knew before they settled down that there would be no winners or losers today, so they simply stopped there, the timing was just right, and there was a disciple who offered fragrant tea to everyone.

"Everyone, try the iced tea from the snow-capped mountains. This tea grows from the first peak of the 72-linked mountain range. Only three tea trees are evergreen in successive years. It is a different kind of scenery amidst the snow everywhere. Before drinking, you only need to take the snow-capped ice spring and brew it cold. That’s enough, so it’s herbal tea, it’s going to be a novelty for you.”

Yu Fuchen thanked him for taking the teacup, sure enough the cup was cold, even the outer wall was covered with water drops.

Lifting the lid of the cup, the aroma of tea comes rushing to the face, and there are a few pieces of tea leaves that have not been stretched at the bottom of the cup, and the small mouthfuls are rolled into the tongue, which is really extraordinary.

"This herbal tea is not that herbal tea. It is fresh and delicious, with a rich and refreshing aroma. It is an excellent product."

Noticing that Feng Changhuan had been silent for a long time, Yu Fuchen looked over quietly. The man had been preoccupied since before noon, and now he was still staring at the tea stalks floating on the water.

A chill flowed from his fingertips, a thin layer of frost formed on the cup, and even the tea soup was frozen into icicles.

Yu Fuchen hurriedly held his five fingers in his palm, feeling bitingly cold.

Could it be that the cold poison in his body has intensified again?

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

"Cold... lonely and lonely!"

"??"

"It's because you didn't serve well as a teacher."

"..."

Just at this time, there was a noise outside the house. Looking at the reputation, the Buyin Building was surrounded by a group of female nuns, talking and laughing slowly, Bai Zhezhou stood up and bowed his head to them.

"See Young Palace Master."

Bu Yinlou patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Zhezhou, Zhezhou, you're talking about these empty etiquettes with me, to be honest, I heard you..."

He leaned close to the man's ear and whispered something, and the good nuns also pricked up their ears and followed.

Seeing this, the Young Palace Master was very embarrassed, and choked up the words he had planned earlier, not wanting to be held back, so he had to tell his teachers and sisters to go back to practice exercises earlier, and at the end he winked, causing the crowd to scream and disperse.

The person who got in the way was sent away, and he no longer concealed his intentions, hooked his shoulders and pulled Bai Zhezhou to his side, rubbed his chin, showing a little anger: "Zhezhou, I heard that you have received some distinguished guests, I am Come here especially for the name, would you like me to meet you?"

"The people are in the hall, please feel free, Young Palace Master." Patting away the salty pig's hand on his shoulder, Bai Zhezhou returned to the tea hall and asked with concern: "Is the immortal chief okay? If you feel unwell, go back and rest first." , I will ask the healing monks to go."

"No need, I have just checked the pulse for Master, brother Zhe Zhou, don't worry."

Ming Sinian secretly cast a glance at the carefree Bu Yinlou, which made someone shudder.

"Fortunately, fortunately, I am honored to meet you. In the Buyin Building of the Lower Lingxue Palace, it is really rude not to welcome the distant guests. Please forgive me."

This person's acting skills are comparable to Feng Changhuan, Yu Fuchen is not easy to answer his words, only the master who is afraid of chaos in the world comes and goes, pretending to be like that.

"Our master and apprentice came to your sect to bother us, and we feel sorry for it. Young Palace Master, it's a pleasure to meet you."

It is completely impossible to see that a few days ago, he also gave Buyinlou the advice of "3000 beauties in the harem, and the iron pestle will be ground into embroidery needles"...

The wolf cub was also impatient, and couldn't bear the sight of the two of them acting on the spot. He poked the man's waist, causing Feng Changhuan to tense up and hide back.

After sharing the same bed for a while, this kid actually knows his sensitivities like the palm of his hand, and being bumped into unexpectedly...it's really easy to start a wildfire.

"Rebel! Rebel..."

He was so addicted to dramas that he was on the verge of tears, and others didn't know why.

"I'm angry, you go! Sleep in a separate room today!!"

The author has something to say: Thank you for reading the text, I am so happy that I passed the second grade, and all the comments today have red envelopes! !