Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

A few days after the competition, it seemed that the turmoil had passed, and Lingxue Palace had regained its former vitality. The attitude of the disciples towards the master and the apprentice was no longer alienated, and they would often send some melons and fruit snacks to communicate their feelings. belly.

It is said to be recuperating, but the waist has become thicker, it is clearly fattening!

But after a few days of leisurely life, it happened that real Yuxu was leaving the customs.This elder retreated with the sect head Bu Nian'an back then, and had been reclusive for more than two years. At this time, he was really caught off guard.

Seeing Feng Changhuan disapproving, Yu Fuchen persuaded him to go to visit with him, but the man waved his hand and said no, put his feet on the table, very leisurely.

"Kowling down will make people feel ghostly, I don't care, I don't want it!"

It's just unreasonable.

Yu Fuchen had no choice but to visit this famous master together with Ming Sinian under the introduction of Bai Zhezhou.

Looking at it secretly, the man's hunched back showed an old appearance, with white beard hanging down to his chest, he should be more than a hundred years old.

"The younger generation pays homage to Reverend Yuxu."

"Hey, the visitor is a guest, so why be so polite. I don't know if Lingxue Palace doesn't take good care of you during these temporary stays?"

Yuxu is just a formality. He has been cultivating the world for many years. He is just a fox and has become a spirit. As early as when he saw Baizi stray into the forbidden area of ​​the sect before leaving the customs, he knew that this matter had something to do with Feng Changhuan, so he didn't take the opportunity to make a fuss It's not Lingxue Palace's style.

The old man's vision is vicious, and he knows that the most urgent task is to stabilize people's hearts, so that the demon can stay in Lingxue Palace for a while, and the future can be discussed in a long-term manner.

"The three of you have come from afar and don't know what to do? Lingxuegong will do what it can to help."

Such enthusiasm made people feel at a loss. Thinking of the mischievous master, Yu Fuchen hesitated to speak.

After all, not long ago, Lingxue Palace also had a tragedy similar to that in Yangzhou City. So far, the whereabouts of Senior Brother Liu and Junior Sister Chen have not been found, nor have the identities of the two unnamed corpses been identified. They are also victims.

Said that it has nothing to do with Feng Changhuan, I'm afraid the real Yuxu would not believe it, if he becomes angry from embarrassment, he insists on finding a scapegoat...

"To be honest, I just want to clear my name." Ming Sinian responded freely, as if he had already prepared his excuses.

"Oh? Innocent, what do you mean by that?"

"My master was framed and hunted down on trumped-up charges. He had no choice but to flee to your sect to seek asylum. I heard that Lingxue Palace handles the case impartially. I implore the real person to return justice to my master!"

At the end of the speech, bow your head and bow, and speak sincerely.

Clearly for Feng Changhuan's sake, Yu Fuchen noticed something strange.

How could Ming Sinian not know that telling the truth would bring disaster to that person?It's pleading, it's like...

Before he had time to think about it, he hurriedly added: "Master was not there at the time, someone must have set the blame on this matter, and I ask the real person to look into it."

Yuxu's eyes rolled, and he had a trick in his heart: "Naturally, the two of you have worked tirelessly to clear the name of your master, and your filial piety is respectable. How could Lingxue Palace not allow it? In this case, Lingxue Palace will send disciples to investigate, and we will naturally It also makes the teacher fair."

He didn't call himself "this seat", but a simple "I".

The most normal details, but Yu Fuchen felt weird from the beginning to the end, not only the real Yuxu, Ming Sinian's actions also showed abnormalities everywhere.

It's hard to explain this matter clearly, Yu Fuchen suppressed his doubts until he went back to his residence and walked behind Feng Changhuan, who was sitting quietly on the porch, full of thoughts, and heard the man whisper: "You are confused."

"I will not question my teacher's door."

Yu Fuchen didn't look back, he stroked the jade pendant on his chest and sighed to himself.

Feng Changhuan handed his scarred hands in front of him. Every gully once had deep bones, and his body was completely cracked. In the end, didn't he heal his flesh and blood and piece together his incomplete self?

He said: "This is my fate, and it is also yours."

Looking up at the blue sky, the drifting snow falls sparsely, melting the earth in silence, nourishing countless newborns, and making everything unforgettable.

Standing in the middle, he seems to be covered by the wind and snow, his footprints are lost, and he can't find his way back...

Fuchen, a young man who was ignorant in the past, has gone away, bit by bit melted with the snow water, moistening the fire that has been frozen for many years, taking root and sprouting in the silt, and seeing the sun again.

The sun and brilliance are too dazzling, every step is a blazing heat that can be melted into the flesh and blood, making the earth revive.

"Come to think of it, you know what you want, Lingxue Palace can't afford it."

That night, Master Yuxu gave a lecture in person, and sent a group of disciples and grandchildren to the square in front of the hall to give lectures on the scriptures. Bai Zhezhou warmly invited him, but Yu Fuchen declined on the pretext of taking care of his master, forcing Ming Sinian to come forward.

It is rare for the two to be alone, pouring tea and tasting pastries in the plainly decorated guest room, and looking at the night snow scene outside the Xuan window has a special flavor.

"I shouldn't have come, but I'm really worried. He Weizhi is in name only, but he is also bound by the friendship between master and apprentice. I can't bear to see him go astray."

Feng Changhuan was the first to open his mouth to break the scene, and he was not in a hurry to explain. He blew on the teacup, causing a layer of frost to form on the steaming water.

"The affairs of Lingxue Palace should not be intervened by us outsiders because of emotion and reason, but the love gu makes him unable to leave Buyinlou, and he will be tied to Lingxue Palace for the rest of his life. I am not good at being a master." Good to see him fall."

"You know the secret?"

"I just remember a little bit. Bai Zhezhou's life experience is not simple. There are still two elders in Lingxue Palace who are in charge. Regardless of seniority, it is not his turn to take charge of important affairs. Do you know why?"

He likes to play tricks, and he always asks before answering everything, so Yu Fuchen simply condescended and speculated: "Could it be that he is Buyinlou's brother?"

"You're half right. Lingxue Palace was established a hundred years ago, and the first sect head was surnamed Bai. Presumably Bai Zhezhou is somewhat related to the past sect heads."

Feng Changhuan took tea and put it in his mouth, and said vaguely: "But the head of Lingxue Palace is not hereditary, the old and the new will compete in open competitions to determine the winner, and the one who is the best in virtue and skill needs the approval of the head and the disciples." Become the heir. This is the Bai family business, so it is normal for the old head to favor his own son, the heir appointed back then is Bai Zhezhou's father, Bai Aoshi."

"Is it an accident that he didn't become the master?"

The so-called accident is nothing more than death, or illness or death, or being harmed by others.It's normal to intrigue.

"After the old master passed away, Bai Aoshi only wore mourning for three days and left his wife and son to go down the mountain alone. At that time, Bai Zhezhou was still in his infancy. It was rumored that he was stimulated and went crazy. After three years, Bai Aoshi never returned to the mountain. Since then, his whereabouts are unknown, and his life and death are unknown."

No one knows where Bai Aoshi has been for the past 20 years, forcing the lonely Bai Zhezhou to be cautious in his words and deeds and abide by the rules. Now that the disciple was murdered during the sect master's retreat, his situation is not easy.

Thinking of this, Yu Fuchen felt even more owed: "Maybe we shouldn't have come."

Feng Changhuan flicked his forehead and pointed at the tip of his nose, "This matter has nothing to do with you and me. Wouldn't it make people feel guilty to be guilty?"

"Since this is the case, Bu Nian'an should teach him with all his heart. Why is their master and apprentice status so false?"

When talking about the key, the man's eyes lit up.

"This is the interesting part. It is said that Bai Zhezhou suffered from a serious illness when he was young, and he has no memory before the age of seven. At first Bu Nian'an wanted to accept him as a disciple, but Bai Qinghan stopped him. This expert is With the title of Xue Yechen, Xi Jun, and Bai Zhezhou’s mother Yu’s approval, the youngest son became his only disciple, and it is also an unwritten rule of Lingxue Palace that Bai Zhezhou claims to be the head disciple.”

It was Bai Aoshi who insisted on going down the mountain without knowing his whereabouts, and Bai Qinghan, the mysterious Xijun who was famous in his early years. Lingxue Palace really has a lot of talents.

Knowing this layer of origin, one can understand why Bai Zhezhou is in awe when he mentions the real head of the sect, but he lacks closeness.

"But Master, how did you learn about these old things?"

"I had a relationship with Mrs. Yu once. At that time, she begged me to take her young son out of Lingxue Palace. Unfortunately, a wolf cub was entangled with her and said she wouldn't let me take in another apprentice. She had to let it go."

It is not necessary to specify who the "wolf cub" he refers to.

Remembering that Lingxue Palace has been greatly damaged since the fierce battle, and the disciples stayed behind closed doors to recuperate, so how... how to end the marriage?

"Look, the little wolf cub is blushing, but what embarrassing things are he thinking?"

"Hu, nonsense!"

Feng Changhuan deeply felt that he was a good teacher, so he abducted the person astray with a few words of teasing, so he was complacent about it, and stretched out his hand to the person.

"The things Bai Zhezhou gave me should be in your hands, right?"

Yu Fuchen rummaged through his pockets and took out the red string to give it to him, but he couldn't figure out what tricks this man was up to.

"The twelve peaks headed by the 72nd Lianhuan Peak are the holy land of the Lingxue Palace sect. The six peaks in the southwestern part of it are the places for male disciples to practice martial arts, and the southeast is for female disciples. When they reach the marriageable age, the disciples will hand over marriage invitations to the elders in charge. Those who are interested can write down their names, or write down their requirements for the person they like, and the master will screen out the suitable candidates and draw a red line for the good match."

"I guess the popularity of Buyinlou must be very high. If a male disciple becomes a bachelor, it is probably thanks to him."

"That's a good statement, but, don't look at that Bai Zhezhou who is serious on the surface, he has been a Yuelao for several years in private..."

As he spoke, Feng Changhuan leaned forward and back with a smile, leaned in front of Yu Fuchen, his eyes were very ambiguous, and his fingertips traced his back, all the way down to seduce him.

"The old god Baiyue is very good. He has matched hundreds of lovers. Why don't you let him lead a red line for you?"

"Master! I'm not in a hurry to get married, I always wait for you to settle down before discussing these private matters."

With a little bit of courage, he didn't dare to say that he had unreasonable thoughts about his master, such nonsense...

Feng Changhuan was not in a hurry, and continued: "By the way, I heard that there is a hidden hot spring on the Twelve Peaks. The water temperature is pleasant and can relieve physical and mental fatigue. You should try it with your teacher..."

With breath on his face, Yu Fuchen had no choice but to retreat.

The man came straight to his lips, raised and lowered his hands according to the occasion, his claws reached into his clothes, but stopped when he touched the rough scar on his left shoulder.

"Your injury..."

There was a dull pain in the scar on his right arm. Just when Feng Changhuan was confused and was about to sort out his thoughts from the mess, he suddenly heard someone outside the door shouting and approaching.

"Fuchen! Fuchen!! Something serious happened—"

It's that birdman from Buyinlou again.

It has long been normal for Feng Changhuan to flirt with Yu Fuchen, and it is also common to be interrupted. For some reason, this time it is different from the past. The latter obviously feels that his momentum has changed drastically, and he goes straight to the comer.

Bu Yinlou pushed the door open and entered, a cold light and wind passed by in front of him, almost close to the face, the hair on the forehead was chopped off, even if there was a slight deviation, most of the tip of the nose would be cut off.

Afterwards, he saw that an extraordinary gun was stabbing into the wall behind him, penetrating three points into the wood, if it was stuck in the heart, he would be killed on the spot.

"act recklessly."

The old and new grievances were settled at the same time, Bu Yinlou was terrified, he stuck to the wall and did not dare to move, and apologized repeatedly: "Yes, I am sorry senior, I was rude, but can you give me a chance to finish?"

It's not just Buyinlou, Yu Fuchen was also taken aback, he didn't have time to stop it, as if in front of that person, all sentient beings had to die immediately.

"speak!"

"I, my father came out of the customs and was furious about the murder of my disciple. He vowed to find out the murderer. The real Yuxu even invited the acting head of 36 Pi and Xiao Chen from the Yuehua clan. All sects and sects heard that you were in Lingxue. The palace has sent envoys one after another, there is still time to leave now!"

"Yuxu...what kind of enmity do I have with him..."

Feng Changhuan tried hard to recall the sealed past, the pain exploded in his head, and the howling deep in his memory came like a tide.

In bewilderment, he covered his ears, knelt down on the ground powerlessly, struggled hard, and couldn't find relief.

"Master!"

Yu Fuchen held him back in a daze, but he was one step too late, and watched helplessly as the man slammed his forehead to the ground in disbelief.

"Master!! Don't do this, what happened to you!!"

"I'm not the devil, you are..."

The momentary loss of consciousness, the blood flowed horizontally, dyed his face extremely horrifying.

Soon, Feng Changhuan's eyes refocused, he looked at the young man's gradually blurred anxious expression in a daze, shook his head, and forced himself to regain consciousness.

There is no abnormality in both ears, but they can't hear the call of that person. The pity in the world is that they are close at hand, but they can't feel it...

"go out……"

Yu Fuchen heard him groan.

"Master?"

"Get him out of here...!!"

The author has something to say: Shizun's inner demon is at work again, and it is predicted that a wave of knives to torture Shizun will be launched soon.

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