Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

It's the day, and it's snowing again in Lingxue Palace.

In order to curry favor with Ming Si Nian, Bu Yinlou would bring some rare gadgets to his door every day, and the people who haven't seen him for three days today are really concerned.

Seeing Ming Si Nian looking up at the sky absent-mindedly, Yu Fuchen joked, "Why, you're restless when he doesn't come?"

"Shut up! Who cares about such a sanctimonious bastard, don't talk nonsense!!"

To be in a hurry is to be said to be the central matter, and to deny is to cover up the facts.

Feng Chang laughed happily and looked at the apprentices who were about to strike at the slightest disagreement. Just when the orange cat was about to scratch someone, a person came from a distance.

Bai Zhezhou led Bai Zi, who ran away after going up the mountain, and greeted politely: "I am busy with the affairs of the sect these days, please forgive me for neglecting everyone. The young master has something to go out today and it is inconvenient to come here, so he entrusted me to come here entertain."

Seeing that it was a rare day for him to relax, Yu Fuchen was thinking about changing the topic to something more relaxed, when he saw Feng Changhuan rubbing Baizi in his arms, and came up with a bad idea: "The weather is nice today, if you don't mind being with me, this disciple How about asking him to teach Lingxue Palace's martial arts after a competition?"

Yu Fuchen's face was livid, and he rolled his eyes in anger.

"Master, I'm not good at martial arts, I don't want to be ashamed."

"It's okay, I'm shameless as a teacher~"

"..."

Earlier, Bai Zhezhou meant to compete, but it was difficult to open his mouth after the tragedy happened, and now Feng Changhuan brought it up with great interest.

"Fuchen is full of spiritual power and amazing internal strength. Let's compete with me and learn from each other's strengths to learn from each other's essence, okay?"

His eyes were burning with anticipation, which was the helplessness of not being able to give advice for many years.

The master passed away many years ago, and the master uncle had a rift with him, and he was never willing to give advice on his deficiencies. The few words he found in the secret books could not satisfy his desire to learn.

Competing with others may be a personal idea, but what Bai Zhezhou wants to pursue is a higher realm.

Yu Fuchen was not good at refusing, secretly cursing that person would only create problems for him, and forced himself to smirk: "Brother Zhezhou is so kind to invite you, why don't you accept it?"

It is a lie to say that Feng Changhuan has no selfish intentions, he patted the wolf cub as encouragement, and then whispered to Bai Zhezhou, completely unable to see the demeanor of the elder, who was quite helpless.

"To be honest, I have a wish, and I ask Xiao Baibai to fulfill it."

"Senior, but it doesn't matter."

"If you win this competition, can you...give me a small object."

"You mean..."

Looking at him from a distance, Yu Fuchen saw that his face was reddish, and he pursed his lips and whispered to Bai Zhezhou's ear, and the latter couldn't help laughing when he heard it: "It turns out that senior has a sweetheart."

Heart, sweetheart? ? ! !

What's the meaning?Difficult... Could it be that he...

"Master, did he fall in love with Bai?"

Ming Si Nian was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, so he was ridiculed by Yu Fuchen just now, and now he spoke out out of revenge, completely unaware that his words set off a huge storm in that person's heart.

So much so that the second half of his sentence was buried in the turbulent undercurrent: "...I said it casually, don't take it to heart, I heard that Bai Zhezhou is about to talk about marriage."

It's jealousy, but these four words are not enough to describe Yu Fuchen's mood at the moment.

He was irritable, uneasy, eager to find a solution, and he refused to speak out because of his face. He gritted his teeth with hatred, and had nowhere to vent his anger of being robbed of his love. As a result, the competition in the square in front of the hall after half an hour could be described as a bloody battle. .

Ever since the tragedy happened, people in Lingxue Palace were in panic, and the disciples stayed behind closed doors after class, and there was no one in sight.

Hearing that the elder brother was going to compete with the casual cultivators in the Jianghu, the disciples who had been bored for a long time rushed to tell the news, and within half a stick of incense, hundreds of people gathered to watch, which made the two of them feel very heavy when they competed in person.

Some bold disciples exclaimed the majesty of Lingxue, it can be seen that the days without outsider intervention for many years are really boring, and it is very refreshing to be able to compete with others.

In contrast, the two standing by Yu Fuchen's side were extraordinarily calm. They found a secluded corner and watched from a distance. Feng Changhuan was still warming up with hot soup in his hand, entering old age early.

"I don't think he's in the right state, will he cause trouble..."

"Don't panic, as a teacher, you have your own measure."

Ming Si Nian thought: I believe you a ghost, you are very bad...

Not much nonsense, Yu Fuchen held the gun on the stage, Bai Zhezhou held the sword, bowed to each other, and said yes.

"Lingxue is the master and I am the guest, brother Zhezhou please make the move first."

"So, please forgive me for taking the liberty!"

Lingxue's swordsmanship is not alone in the world with the sword, supplemented by hidden weapons in fists and palms, it is different from other schools of martial arts.

Among the sects that are good at using long swords in the Twelve States, apart from Lingxue Palace, there is also the fairyland Kunlun. The two have lived in peace for many years, because the essence of swordsmanship is different.

Ling Xuejian focuses on body skills, supplemented by strength, aiming to fight the enemy with speed.

However, the Kunlun sword is mainly used to control Qi, and it is suppressed entirely by spiritual power. Therefore, the width of the sword is no more than two fingers, and it is not good at close combat.

As an opening, Bai Zhezhou was not in a hurry to hurt people with his sword, and threw three projectiles back and forth to disturb the sight.

Driven by internal force, the projectile whizzed past, Yu Fuchen was disturbed, so he could only close his eyes and meditate.

Without vision, his hearing was extremely keen. After catching the direction of the projectiles, he turned around to avoid one of them, and turned back again so that the second projectile passed through his legs.

When it landed steadily, □□ had already made a move, the shattered ice glowed coldly, and it chopped down out of thin air, followed by a slight tremor.The third projectile was unexpectedly shattered into dust and drifted away with the wind.

All the disciples under the stage were stunned, and then thunderous applause.The seemingly mortal supernatural power actually has the power to overwhelm people, which is really brilliant!

Feng Changhuan yawned unhurriedly, half-closed his eyes and said in a casual tone: "It's not interesting, it seems that Bai Zhezhou has given what I want. This matter must be explained to the wolf cub as soon as possible, otherwise it may be decided Three legs were broken by him."

"Master, where do people get three legs?"

"Man."

"??"

Yu Fuchen shattered the projectile through the air with his internal force, so Bai Zhezhou had to use some real skills to fight against it.

"Good internal strength!" He praised, closed his eyes and poured the spiritual flow into the right hand holding the sword.

The sword body was glowing with a cold light, and a thin layer of frost was formed. Where the sword tip was pointing, a whirlwind gradually gathered, mixed with the bewitching cold plums, rising with the wind, slowly wrapping around the body of the person holding the sword.

"Lingxue's swordsmanship really lives up to its reputation."

But standing on the ground and making power is the dead end!

Yu Fuchen jumped up with an astonishing speed, and by the time everyone could see clearly, he had already passed behind Bai Zhezhou.

It is heard that Lingxue's swordsmanship is not just relying on the swordsmanship to stand proudly in the world of cultivation, the Duhan inner strength he cultivates can protect the body, and the hidden weapons are even more mysterious.

Even with his back around, Yu Fuchen didn't dare to get close to him easily, when he wanted to stab out the pistol, Bai Zhezhou, who was practicing his kung fu, was distracted and turned around, raised his palm and went straight to his face.

This palm can be described as vigorous and powerful, Yu Fuchen dodged and at the same time took the opportunity to attack Bai Zhezhou's sword-holding hand, but the latter's defense was tight, so he had no choice but to retreat again and again, and jumped again. distance.

Knowing that it was impossible to avoid, Yu Fuchen kept a close eye on the approaching footsteps of that person, and seized the right moment to throw the gun into the air, emitting a dazzling cold light instantly.

For Bai Zhezhou, the situation has reversed...

He was supposed to be pressing each other step by step, but at this moment he felt the murderous intent approaching quietly, and he realized that it was too late to fall into the trap.

The ice-smashing spear is like a bloodthirsty sharp blade. Yu Fuchen's body and hand speed are extremely fast. With the tip of the spear supplemented by spiritual power, he spreads haphazardly around his body within a range of less than seven steps. It is like a barrier-like net that makes Bai Zhe It is difficult to move an inch.

The unexpected young man was just a few steps away, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was asking: Are you still going forward?

"Goo!"

Just as Bai Zhezhou was thinking about how to deal with it, an unexplained cry made the atmosphere suddenly awkward.

... One of them didn't even know that he had a rabbit in his body, and the other had never seen a rabbit since he was born.

How does Heizi know that the outside world is complicated?It was sleeping deeply in Yu Fuchen's arms, and suddenly it was spinning for a while, and it rarely stopped to come out to catch its breath, didn't it?

When Bai Zhezhou saw a little furry black head protruding from Yu Fuchen's lapel, he screamed in fright and took a few steps back.

"Master! Respect!! Look at the good deeds you have done!!"

A certain red-eyed old ghost was named, and hurriedly slapped his ass and ran away, pretending that this matter had nothing to do with him.

Yu Fuchen hurriedly explained: "Brother Zhe, Zhezhou, this is my master's raised rabbit. He has a good temper and doesn't bite."

During these days in Lingxue Palace, Bai Zhezhou has never seen Heizi, and he looks very flustered, probably afraid.

However, he didn't see the little guy showing a fierce look, on the contrary, he was still a little cute, so he relieved the discomfort in his heart, and boldly took the sunspot that Yu Fuchen handed over to his arms.

Bai Zhezhou's arms were very warm, and Heizi's little head rubbed against his chest coquettishly.

Seeing that this martial arts was no match, all the disciples gathered together to form a group, Yu Fuchen squeezed out of the crowd, dissatisfied with Ming Si Nian who came slowly: "This rabbit is close to everyone , I just look down on me, did I provoke him?"

"Xu Shi saw that its master pampered you every night, so he became jealous."

"..."

"Fuchen, there is one thing, please pass it on to the commander."

Turning around, he was facing Bai Zhezhou's flushed face.

"This is an agreement with senior... It's a pity that we can't decide the winner, so let's use it as a reward for letting him accompany me, okay?"

He spread his five fingers, holding a section of red thread in his palm, Yu Fuchen took it with a bewildered head, saw that he was hugging Heizi fondly, and nodded in agreement.

Everyone didn't realize that there was still a black shadow standing against the wind far above the pavilion. One of them had a serious face and clenched fists, while the other leaned with folded arms, calmly watching the two young monks on the stage.

"How? The junior who has been estranged by you for many years can reach the level of Tianji, should you, an old guy who has earned a bad reputation, feel a little bit of a sense of crisis?"

Facing the ridicule, the frantic person only responded with disdain and coldly snorted: "The theory of the Big Dipper has been abolished long ago, and now it is still used as the standard to measure the realm, ridiculous!!"

"It's ridiculous to be ridiculous, but you know, I can destroy or prosper, and I can do everything according to my heart, but it's just a thought."

"Ridiculous! After getting these, don't you think it's enough!!"

The clear brilliance gradually emerges, illuminating everything.

The person beside him slowly put his hands behind his back, and the black veil covering his eyes moved with the wind, revealing a face that was very similar to someone, with affectionate brows and moving eyes, only the bottomless eyes like the abyss gave people Unspeakably oppressive.

"With this tone, don't you think you have lived too long? Huh?"

"you!"

"Yu has been dead for many years, and his bones are still in the ice cave. If Bai Zhezhou finds out that his relatives are dead, I don't know what to think of you, uncle."

"Too deceiving!!"

The man smiled and put his index finger on his lips, asking him to keep silent.

"Shh... Bu Nian'an, if you talk too much, you will die."

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