Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

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

As he spoke, he pressed his hands to his neck, and his nails drew deep and terrifying scars, so frightened that Yu Fuchen had to wrap his hands around him.

Bu Yinlou was impatient, knowing that in this state, it would be difficult for them to escape from Lingxue Palace even if they had the ability to reach the sky.In case of being intercepted by someone at that time, I am afraid that the situation will not be as good as it is now.

Feng Changhuan twisted his body in pain, as if an unknown force was about to break free, Yu Fuchen suddenly remembered the hostility in his eyes from time to time, could it be...

Yu Fuchen pinched the blood on Feng Changhuan's neck with his backhand, causing the latter's eyes to go dark, and he passed out immediately.

Before he had time to explain, Yu Fuchen rushed out of the door with the man in his arms, and was about to rush into the vast night, when the ground was full of flames.

It was a dark night with no wind or moon, and the open fire was enough to illuminate the faces of everyone present who were full of fear and anger.

Just like the Tianyu Mountain where the flames reflected the sky back then.

The young man pulled the person leaning on his shoulder closer, and breathed hot breath on his face, causing the person's hair to scatter, and the long-healed scar lay across the flesh, which was shocking.

"Stop! Where are you running to in such a panic?"

I don't know who asked a question, but the young man did not panic when he was in danger: "You are coming in such a menacing manner, Master and I are going to sit and wait for death?"

"He deserves his soul to disperse and die! It was Kunlun who deceived the Twelve States, and now the Twelve States have ordered him to be executed by the Nine Heavens, so what is wrong with him!!"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone around echoed it.

Yu Fuchen knew that the debate was fruitless, the longer it dragged on, the more people would come to support Lingxue Palace.

Just when he was about to step forward to break through the siege, a question that obviously used the amplification technique came: "My master was framed, what's wrong? You want to punish him without hearing the case and asking the truth, but a gentleman Why?!"

Ming Sinian passed over the heads of the crowd and stopped beside Yu Fuchen. Seeing that Feng Changhuan was unconscious, he couldn't help asking: "Master, what's wrong?"

Little did they know that Yu Fuchen was suspicious of him at this time: "Where did you go?"

"Didn't you push me out to deal with Yuxu? Are you suspecting that I betrayed Master?"

"I'm sorry, because the real person Yuxu reported this matter, I'm not targeting you. Now is not the time for internal strife, the most urgent thing is to escape from this place."

"I can't go. The Lingxue Palace is full of barriers, and the only way out is to clear up the grievances for the master."

When he was speaking, someone from Lingxue Palace already stepped forward and pointed at Feng Changhuan in his arms, without saying much.

In contrast, Yu Fuchen did not make any concessions.

Looking at the serious Ming Si Nian, he suddenly felt a little funny.

"Since that's the case, I ask my brother to do this arduous task. Whether it's going to the execution ground or being imprisoned, can I accompany the master?"

As soon as the words came out, he felt his face was burning, and he was forced to turn his face away.

Ming Sinian still maintains the posture of attacking and hurting others, his shoulders are shaking slightly, and his lowered voice is also trembling.

"Bastard... If the master is sober at this time, he will allow you to mess around? If you can't protect yourself, how can you save the master? Is it so difficult to listen to me once?"

"But how do you want me to push him into the fire pit?"

It wasn't until he was forced to kneel down by a powerful spiritual force that Yu Fuchen realized that he was as insignificant as an ant after all.

He was weak, unable to protect that person, unable to maintain peace, and could only watch Feng Changhuan fall into the hands of the thieves and be dragged away from him.

He was at a loss, he was at a loss.

Looking helplessly at his hands, the fingers were still stained with blood.

It was him who harmed Master.

It was obviously the first time in my life, but the heart-wrenching despair and pain seemed to awaken the resonance in my heart.

once Upon a time……

Once upon a time, he was also haunted by a fear that was not much different from this, begging in a begging manner not to hurt that person.

Tears blurred the eyes, filled with consciousness, only to hear the sound of patter in the ears.

After all, he fell into the powerless vortex again.This time, he still failed to save him...

"Get up! What is it like!!"

He knelt in the same place in a daze for a long time without any response, Ming Si Nian angrily grabbed his neckline and lifted him up to him, with unprecedented strength and helplessness.

"Be sober and sensible! If you are also captured, how can I save you all by myself?!"

So far, Yu Fuchen is still a young man who has never experienced any storms, so fragile that he can break at the touch of a finger.

"I didn't protect him well, I didn't... I clearly promised to treat him kindly, but he still fell into trouble because of me, I..."

"It's not your fault, it's not your fault..."

Ming Sinian comforted him repeatedly, but he didn't know whether it was Yu Fuchen or himself.

After a stalemate for a long time, the menacing crowd dispersed because Feng Changhuan was imprisoned, and there was only one person in a moon-white robe standing with his hands behind his back.

He took a step and walked towards the two teenagers. A small finger-thick snake hovered around his wrist, and he was very obedient. Only one leader looked out.

Xiao Chen indifferently threw a veil over Yu Fuchen's forehead, covering his face full of tears.

"How decent is it for an upright man to cry like this? Is that how he taught you?"

He didn't argue or respond, Ming Sinian raised his head with helplessness in his eyes.

"Before I say something, I won't help you, but you can turn to me for help."

Hearing this, Yu Fuchen stood up immediately, with snot and tears hanging down his nose, like a wolf cub who was beaten and was stubbornly licking his wound alone.

"You! It was you who injured Master that day, so that you could appear in front of us?"

"Without his protection, can you still hurt me?"

Xiao Chen changed the subject, and said earnestly: "He, or you, didn't take the life of Cang Mang in Yangzhou City that day. To me, being merciful under the gun is a life-saving grace. If you don't report this kindness, it must be sleep and food. Uneasy."

Yu Fuchen was puzzled, not knowing where this person was acting.

If there is a fraud, he can clearly do something when Feng Changhuan is imprisoned, but he has to take the risk of being regarded as a rebel, and he has come forward to express his willingness to help. Is it really for gratitude?

... He doesn't want to be thankful for taking the head off his neck, right?

Yu Fuchen didn't dare to believe it, and went to the doctor in a hurry in the next year because of his illness: "Elder Xiao has a way to save Master, we will definitely do it, and please tell the elder clearly."

"If you two young people want to head-on head-on, it's like hitting a stone with an egg. Do you know why your waist and legs are weak and you kneel in front of the public?"

Yu Fuchen replied, "I don't know."

"That is Bu Nian'an, the head of Lingxue Palace. Although he did not show his face, he can secretly control the overall situation, and his strength is above Tianshu. And Feng Changhuan was raped. As his disciples, you can hardly escape the blame , should be imprisoned at the same time, thanks to the intercession of the head of the sword sect."

"Knife sect?"

If Patriarch Yikui from Taoyuan can understand, after all, there is Mingsi Nian's relationship, but Tiandaomen is located north of Shanhaiguan, and it doesn't have much intersection with the Buddhist sect, and it is rumored that it has a bad relationship with Kunlun.

Today's incident was caused by Kunlun's negligence. It is reasonable and reasonable for Tiandaomen to make a big fuss. How could...

"I don't know the reason. You can ask me after you have escaped."

Xiao Chen pointed to the southeast direction, and Venus stood proudly in the sky.

"Where Taibai is located is the place where Feng Changhuan was imprisoned. Lingxue Palace may do something out of line, so make preparations as soon as possible."

After all, Lingxue Palace also died. Before the real culprit was found out, it was understandable that Feng Changhuan was regarded as a suspect.

In the early morning of the next day, the two knocked out the low-ranking disciples who delivered the food, and used the disguise technique to avoid people's eyes and ears. In the bamboo tube is a clear soup with little vegetable leaves.

He guessed that the situation of that person would not be very good, but he was still sad to see the tragedy with his own eyes.

The dark cell was built with boulders, and the seams were tight. Only a skylight at the top could let in some light, illuminating the dark corner.

The man was still dressed in white and sat against the wall, with one leg crossed, sipping a hookah leisurely, completely ignoring the blood stains all over his body.

He looked disappointedly at the bright place, and sighed vaguely.

Seeing him from a distance, only Ming Sinian stepped forward quickly, holding the man's wrist through the thick wooden railing, not daring to touch the wound on his body.

Yu Fuchen took a deep breath, trying to hold back his tears, and tried not to look at the man's once sculpted fingers, but now they were bloody and bloody.

He pretended that nothing happened, and scolded: "You are so old and make the apprentice so worried, how can you look like a competent master..."

Feng Chang smiled happily, stretched out a hand from the gap in the fence, pinched his face gently, it was the half that was swollen and swollen by Ming Sinian last night, it was burning and painful.

"The world is so cold, it's my turn to talk about me~"

"You are obviously very happy!"

"Yeah, I'm very happy. I'm happy to see you safe and sound. Is this answer satisfactory?"

Fortunately, he can still say sarcastic remarks!

Seeing the wolf cub get angry, Feng Changhuan's heart that hadn't throbbed for many years twitched suddenly, and finally remembered where the burn scar on the man's left shoulder came from, and also remembered that he, who was opposite to it, also had the memory of that man on his body. mark.

He stretched out his hand to grab Yu Fuchen's cuff, and sent a blackened red rope through the railing.

A short piece of silk thread was soaked in sweat and stained with blood in his hand, but he carefully handed it to the man as if he was holding a treasure.

"Xingzhi, fasten it, fasten it... Bai Zhezhou is as stupid as a pig, he can't see who I like, you can't play dumb, see you in the future, you have to let Yuelao tie us master and apprentice together... This way, I will never lose you again..."

Yu Fuchen pursed his lips, clutching the part of the red thread, and couldn't bear to look at Feng Changhuan's eyes full of sadness.

He caressed the heavy rusty padlock on the prison door as if avoiding it, and heard the man say quietly: "It's useless. Those are the shackles tempered by Bu Nian'an's spiritual power. While I'm still breathing, no one will Harm you, run for your life."

"In your eyes, you just accepted a group of white-eyed wolves?"

The more he didn't care about it, the more distressed Yu Fuchen felt, knowing that his spiritual power could not be compared with the head of Lingxue Palace, he simply kept doing one thing, closed his eyes and focused on releasing his killing blade from his flesh and blood.

Different from the Shenwu Ice Breaker Spear given to him by Feng Changhuan, the Luan Sword belongs to him from birth, and it is more handy to use.

Seeing his determination, Feng Changhuan changed his expression, grabbed his hand holding the knife and couldn't stop shaking his head.

"Master, I want to save you."

"Stop, don't be like this..."

There was a hint of begging in the words.

He said: "I only have one life, I can only save you once, don't return what I gave you intact, do you want Hades to take two lives for nothing?"

Yu Fuchen remained motionless, his heart like a rock.

"Master, I am a greedy person. I want both lives. You always use some fallacies to teach me how to live in the world. Today, I might as well tell you the fallacies I follow..."

While speaking, he raised his hand, and the Luan knife was raised high, and he was slashing at the magic weapon full of spiritual power.

Between the crisp loud noise and the blazing brilliance, the color of pure yang and the light of blood merged into one, and the two forces blended with each other.

The young man said loudly: "If you don't listen to the old man's words, you can live for a few more years. Master, I'm alive, so don't even think about dying!!"

The cell door swung open.

Feng Changhuan was stunned, even the man took his hand and walked into broad daylight without knowing it.

When he came back to his senses, the sky and the earth were vast and misty, and the snow was falling sparsely. He took a piece and watched the hexagonal icicle melt into his palm and become invisible. It brought a clear desolation, but he was surrounded by warmth.

After hearing the news, the monks who rushed over surrounded the three of them again. Their victory without a fight last night greatly boosted their confidence. They realized that what they were facing was just a young boy and a monster who had lost all spiritual power, and they gained more confidence.

"Stinky boy! Don't be shy, it seems that you want to go to hell with your cheap master, and in this case, you will be fulfilled!!"

"That's right! Brazen, the apprentice of the villain must also be a villain. If the monster killed my brother, they are all accomplices, and none of them can be let go!!"

"Kill them! Burn them—"

People clamored for justice, and their voices overshadowed Ming Sinian's explanation. Yu Fuchen was disheartened and no longer had expectations for human nature.

"Master, why do you bother to bear these trumped-up charges, isn't it good to live innocently?"

The man didn't answer, just laughed.

Smile to see his puzzled face, laugh to see the excited crowd wanting to kill him to preach.

"Xingzhi, do you know why I named you Yu Fuchen after the disaster that year?"

"My name is not..."

"The old monk is too greedy and takes too much credit, he will squeeze me out."

He bent down and got a little closer to Yu Fuchen, with their foreheads touching.

The young man was about to catch up with him, and after a while, he might not have the chance to look down.

"I still want to be your master. One more day is a day, and one day is a day of happiness. Thanks to the demons who invaded and occupied my body and mind, the seal was loosened. expect..."

As soon as he raised his hand, a blood-colored light appeared in front of him, and the barrier blocked the eager crowd, just separating the three masters and apprentices.

Ming Si Nian was shocked, he couldn't believe that the weak man still had the strength to cast spells.

"Master, your body..."

Feng Changhuan gritted his teeth tightly, a bloodstain leaked from the corner of his mouth, and bloodstains appeared all over his thin shirt. It looked as if his body could not support the powerful spiritual power transferred by Jin Dan and was about to be torn apart.

With his back turned to the crowd, he showed his unsightly side in front of the two of them without reservation, he let out a long sigh, and then coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Xingzhi, I'm afraid that I will no longer be me. If there is a day when someone will be hurt or killed, promise me and kill me...Only you, only you know my original intention, and only you, know my true heart..."

"Do not!!"

Yu Fuchen's attitude was firm, and Feng Changhuan was anxious: "Don't say no! Aren't you afraid that you will be chilled as a teacher?"

"Then Master, aren't you afraid that I will be sad?"

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