Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

The mountain road is covered with snow and looks ordinary, but in fact it is as deep as a swamp. If you step into it carelessly, you will have no strength to get out. If you struggle hard, you will only drown in it.

There was still a man under Yu Fuchen's arm, and he didn't have a lot of delicate thoughts about men. On the contrary, he would be suspicious if he treated them carefully, and hugged him affectionately... That scene was really weird.

When he appeared in his dreams before, the ones who stood with him were all beautiful and beautiful goddesses. Although the one in his hand was not bad in appearance, it was a pity that he was born as a man.

Tsk, not right.

Tsk...it's a pity.

He took Feng Changhuan all the way down the mountain with light skills, and thought that Kunlun would chase him to the end to save face, but he almost fled to the foot of the mountain and saw no one chasing him.

The empty valley was so silent, except for the panting voice of him and the person in his arms, there was no sound, which was very suspicious.

Is there a fraud?

Yu Fuchen has a suspicious nature, he even wondered if the rescued one was actually a "monster" himself, if it was a piece of rotten wood that was transformed into a human form by an illusion, wouldn't he be embarrassed?

My heart was pounding, and when I put down the man in my arms, I saw that his eyes were out of focus, he was shaking his head in a daze, and he was so confused that he probably fainted.

"Hey, look at me, look at me."

Knowing that this person is deaf, Yu Fuchen still couldn't help nagging.

Feng Changhuan's seven orifices were blocked, and his reaction to the outside world was much worse. Even if he stretched out his hand and waved it in front of that person, it would not help.

There was nothing I could do but pat him on the cheek.

This person's face is very cold.

The same is true for hands and feet, just now he didn't feel a trace of popularity when he was hugging him, as if he was running away with a corpse in his arms.

Yu Fuchen didn't dare to think too much, the most urgent thing to do was to remove the forbidden curse, he clasped his hands together in front of his chest, gathering spiritual power between his fingers, muttering the mantra in a low voice, drew a golden rune out of thin air, and then pointed at Feng Changhuan's eyebrows, The mantra entered the man's body along his fingertips.

For a moment, and for a moment.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Yu Fuchen took a closer look, and it happened that Feng Changhuan opened his eyes at this moment, facing a pair of blood-colored pupils, and as he blinked from time to time, there was a hint of evil spirit.

"Can you hear me?"

Feng Changhuan opened his mouth to speak, but before he could speak, his cheeks puffed up, like a fat dolphin that was irritated, his red eyes stared, which was scary.

For some reason, Yu Fuchen's head felt hot, and he held his hands in front of him, only to hear a whimper of "Wow...", his palms became cold, and there was a puddle of filth.

He didn't realize for a moment that it was Feng Chang's gleeful vomit, and he didn't say anything for a long time, until the light-colored effusion leaked from his fingers, and he realized that he was holding a handful of golden-glowing liquid in his hand. of foreign matter.

Like fragments, big and small, most of them were crushed into fine powder.

He immediately realized what it was, felt his blood rushing up, and went straight to the Tianling Gai, and immediately let out a howl of "嗤—" and frantically tried to put the pile of broken and shapeless things back into their original form.

"Golden elixir...that's your inner elixir!!"

Yu Fuchen's magic spell failed to restore Feng Changhuan's hearing and voice. He saw the young man carefully holding the pile of things he vomited, as if he had met a treasure, wiping the corner of his mouth and belching unsatisfactorily. Don't give him another sip?

"You, you, you... Jindan, I ruined it, you..."

Yu Fuchen found that the reaction of this person's inner alchemy being crushed was too flat, for any monk, not to mention the serious injury, he would have to cry and find a rope to hang himself right now.

Furthermore, when he was in contact with him before, his spiritual power was very low, and he was no different from ordinary people.

Could it be that the holy water from the cold spring under Lingxiao Pagoda suppressed his spirituality, and it would take some time for him to recover?

As for these fragments, maybe they swallowed some foreign objects without hesitation, so there shouldn't be any serious problems?

...Besides, I have never heard of people being able to spit out golden pills. If this is the case, how can it take a lifetime to practice?Jiuchongtian can also sell Shenxian pills at a sky-high price. Wouldn't it be beautiful to become a fairy?

Seeing the man hiccupping from hunger, Yu Fuchen couldn't bear it, and took out a steamed bun from his bosom, which was still warm, and handed it to Feng Changhuan.

"Eat."

The latter couldn't hear the voice, but could feel his kindness, and immediately smiled, and made a "thank you" gesture before receiving it, and Yu Fuchen actually felt sorry for him.

Back then when this person caused disasters, he was still a fool running around in crotch pants, hiding in the world outside the Buddhist sect, ignorant of the sufferings of the world, all he knew was just hearsay.

Yu Fuchen couldn't imagine how miserable it was ten years ago when the land was starved and starved, and he didn't know why Feng Changhuan at that time abandoned his cultivation and became a demon at a single thought.

Looking at it now, he never imagined that this person who had just recovered his life from the karma platform and took the bun from his hand and bit it would do such an unimaginable thing.

On the days when Kunlun was closed by heavy snow, the disciples had to practice fasting in order to save rations. As a prisoner, Feng Changhuan would not be treated much better, maybe he would be hungry for a longer period of time.

But Feng Changhuan was very careful in every move, as if he was trying to please someone, he didn't gobble it up when he was hungry, and after a while, he handed the buns back to Yu Fuchen, and he didn't forget to say "thank you" again.

There was more than half of it left, not enough to eat at all, he was afraid that the boy would not have anything to eat.

Seeing this is even more distressing, Yu Fuchen didn't take the pancake, secretly feeling sorry for him.

"You keep it, I'm not hungry yet." Saying that, he sat down on the snow again, took off his boots and put them on Feng Changhuan's feet that were already slightly purple from the cold. "It was entrusted by others to take you out of the cage, and I must be responsible to the end. I have to send you back to the old monk intact."

Yu Fuchen doesn't know why the old monk has obsessions, but he firmly believes that Master Xuyun will never bring disasters to the world for no reason. Willing to choose to believe.

Feng Changhuan looked at him, stroking the scar on Yu Fuchen's cheek from the previous fight with Po Jun, the blood had already solidified, scabbed by the cold wind, and he couldn't feel the pain anymore, but the pain in Feng Changhuan's eyes Sad but real.

In fact, Yu Fuchen realized that Feng Changhuan was not just sealed and heard. He remembered that the old monk said that there was an ancient witchcraft that would steal other people's consciousness for his own use, unless he died, it would be difficult to break through the bondage.

I'm afraid that Feng Changhuan is trapped by this evil curse. Some people are afraid that he will regain consciousness and cause a bloody storm in the world of mortals again, so they simply want him to become an idiot.

Yu Fuchen was only wearing socks, and his lower body became numb from the cold as he walked in the snow.

In order to confirm his guess, he drew out of thin air with his index finger, and a line of handwriting glowing with golden light appeared before his eyes.

"Can you write?" he wrote.

Feng Changhuan squatted down and scratched on the snow: "Your handwriting...is really ugly."

Yu Fuchen's face turned green, and he smiled forcedly. He calmed down and continued to write: "Who are you, why did they kill you?"

"Can not remember."

"...Is there still time for me to leave now?"

He shouldn't have saved this monster...

Wouldn't it be good to let Kunlun Immortal Lord Jiumeng Jun act for the sky and eliminate harm for the people?Why on earth did he come to have sex with Mui? ?

It's a pity that things have come to this point, so I can only bite the bullet and introduce myself temporarily:

"My name is Yu Fuchen. I don't have a proper name. You can call me whatever you want. Don't feel inferior about the forgotten past. My experience is similar to yours. I lost all my memories before I was seven years old. I feel that I have no past, and even more so. This is what the old monk told me when there is no future person, so..."

The teenager smiled: "We are the same."

Feng Changhuan stared at the ugly handwriting for a long time, exchanged glances with that person, and wrote on the snow again: "Oh... Lingxue Palace's bull-nosed old man..." After writing here, he erased the last few words , neatly added the word "trunk road".

This person and Liu Changting are worthy of coming out of a den of thieves!Even the corners of cursing are not bad! !The angry Yu Fuchen rolled his eyes and almost passed out with his legs kicking.

However, he soon discovered that things were not simple, and he grabbed Feng Changhuan by the ear and dragged him to the front. Seeing him grinning in pain and unable to make a sound, it was a bit funny, so he asked with a straight face and a deep voice:

"Didn't you say that you can't even remember who you are? Why, what is the relationship between Ling Xuegong and you, which is more important than yourself?"

Feng Changhuan is carrying too many secrets, it has nothing to do with Jiuchongtian or Liu Changting, he is hiding something on purpose, pretending to be crazy, pretending to be deaf and dumb...

Yu Fuchen believed that he was silenced, unable to hear or speak, but if he said that he didn't notice the slightest change in the outside world, he wouldn't believe it even if he was beaten to death!

In order to deal with Feng Changhuan's injury, Yu Fuchen found a remote village and town to settle down, and bought an outfit for the man. It was a clear day, and the courtyard was sunny. Feng Changhuan was wearing new clothes, white and elegant, as if Xuechuchen matched his jade-white complexion very well.

It's strange to say that when Yu Fuchen saw him for the first time, seeing his good looks, he only had one word "beautiful" to describe him in his mind.I don't know if it was because of his physical flaws that were holding him back, but when he looked at Feng Changhuan's appearance later, he felt that this person's appearance was... a little weird?

I just found it strange earlier, but it didn't take long to discover the clues. The wind is long and joyful, and the beauty is extremely beautiful. The phoenix eyes are raised, and the gaze is passionate. There is a cinnabar-colored tear mole on the right lower eyelid. Long and thick eyelashes will contain it, looming.

But he was a bit too pale, perhaps it would be more appropriate to describe him as pale. There was no trace of blood on his lips, and he looked lifeless, which did not match his blood eyes.

Yu Fuchen thinks that his facial features are very soft, his smile is very warm, and he is not beautiful like a man, so that his long hair is covered with rouge and gouache.

But the eyes showed the opposite killing spirit. Just looking at a pair of eyes, Yu Fuchen even felt that when he squinted his eyes with anger, there would definitely be a killing chill in them, the one that would require the death of hundreds or eighty people to calm down. kind.

Looking at it this way, it does have the aura of a villain.

But most of the time, this person is out of tune, and he does all kinds of evil.He is clearly a mute, he can't make a sound, but he can make people look at him, and his head is buzzing.

Occasionally, I saw Feng Changhuan dipping in tea and writing and drawing on the table. Out of curiosity, Yu Fuchen borrowed paper and ink and came back, wanting to find out what kind of crooked ways this monster was up to.

His way of painting is very wild, without a brush, just with his hands, just like him, like a rough stone that has not been carved, knowing that it is pure and flawless white jade, but now it is rough The appearance is too harsh to touch, so I have to wait patiently to see how he can be sculpted.

Surprisingly, Feng Changhuan's painting is very delicate, but the tone of the painting is extremely dark. Nine iron locks bind a person in the cell, surrounded by copper walls and iron walls, and a cold spring exuding a cold air.

In addition to the imprisoned criminal, there is another person on the screen, covered by a black cloak, whose face cannot be recognized, exuding a disturbing atmosphere.

Maybe this is the scene under Lingxiao Tower, so who is the other person?

Liu Changting?The momentum is completely different. A person who claims to be noble is always dressed in white, and he will not give up on himself, and he doesn't need to hide it.

Temporarily unable to figure out the reason, Yu Fuchen put away the painting, and when he looked up, he saw Feng Changhuan reaching for the snacks on the table with his black paws, angrily grabbing his wrists and pressing them in warm water to wash them. clean up.

Then put the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his palm, watching him eat with relish, very satisfied.

During the time spent with Feng Changhuan, he found that this person was either really stupid, or not completely stupid, and his consciousness was sometimes clear and sometimes blurred.

He had seen this man looking at the setting sun with a sense of loss, and he had also watched him be disgusted by his stupidity.

Looking at the flickering blood eyes, Yu Fuchen felt frustrated.

He politely asked the innkeeper if he had ever seen someone like Feng Changhuan.

The innkeeper sucked a piece of orange, and replied vaguely: "Yes... I heard about it many years ago. There was a demon who was suppressed by Jiumeng Xianjun. Blood flowed like rivers where they passed, and not a single blade of grass grew in a radius of [-] li!!"

"It shouldn't be..."

"I don't believe the old man either. After all, the Kyushu, the Nine Schools have all been mobilized, so they must have some skills."

"Apart from these? Are there any other clues?"

The boss smacked his lips and thought for a long time: "Yes, the old people say that after death, people go to the endless hell, where there is no body and only the soul is left, and ghost pupils will be born, blood red, and you will be hooked just by looking at them." Go to the soul, suck the yang energy of a living person, and help him cultivate into a real body. If it is a ghost, it will be fierce, and it can crawl back to the mortal world to harm people!"

Hearing this, Yu Fuchen smiled ugly.

He has heard of such legends and ghosts, but he doesn't know if they are true or not without personally going underground to confirm them. The Buddhist sect is also taboo about talking about death and ghosts, so no one can tell him the truth.

But could that person be a ghost who cultivated into a real body...

He sipped the orange juice tastelessly, seeing Feng Changhuan laying on his lap and drowsy, peeled the orange with his hands, and put the whole orange flesh in his hand.

The man accepted it with a smile, took only one piece, tasted it, his eyes sparkled with starlight, returned all the rest to Yu Fuchen, and took an extra piece to feed him.

For the first time in these days, he understood this person's lips.

Feng Changhuan said: "Sweet..."

He ate an orange, which was sweet, and gave you the rest, wanting you to taste it too, and share the joy together.

Such a pure feeling, who can refuse?

Yu Fuchen took the mouthful of the orange and burst into tears on the spot.

He thought he should be so moved that he wept bitterly, regretted the carelessness he had treated him at the beginning, and wanted to send him back to the boundless sea of ​​suffering.

He wanted to apologize, but he couldn't open his mouth...

...so sour that I couldn't open my mouth.

"You fucking... sweet you salamander!!!"