Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

After the daze passed, the scene flashed again, and Yu Fuchen was in the dark night.

There was heavy rain and thunder.

The young Feng Changhuan, with his feverish child Xingzhi in his arms, knocked on the closed door of the pharmacy.

"Langzhong, Langzhong! Please open the door, my apprentice is very sick, please do me a favor..."

Cursing came from inside the door, Feng Changhuan didn't give up, and used the opening of the door panel to wipe the raindrops off the face of the lover in his arms.

"Xingzhi, hold on a little longer, someone will diagnose your disease for you, and it will definitely..."

His persistence aroused disgust from others, and the shopkeeper angrily opened the door and shouted angrily: "I don't know what to do!! How many times have I persuaded you, this baby is a monster, you can't keep it, you can't keep it! You just don't want to listen! Seeing that you come from a famous family, you should You are a master who understands people's words, why are you so obsessed with obsession, if you are determined to die, don't take others with you, get out!!"

"He is not a monster, he is my apprentice."

"So what? He's going to kill even his parents. You're so hard on your life. Where can we find a way to survive? Get out of here!!"

"Please do me a favor, he hasn't been fed water for a day..."

Feng Changhuan's eyes were red, Xu Shi cried for a long time, the tears were washed away by the heavy rain without leaving a trace, Yu Fuchen's heart tightened.

He wanted to touch the man's face, but the invisible hand only captured nothingness.

The shopkeeper of the medicine shop made a gesture to chase away the man, and stretched out his hand to push Feng Changhuan down, but somehow changed his mind halfway, and touched the man's thin chin instead, and said with a sly smile:

"It's not impossible to save him, but you have to give some rewards. Before, when you were a detached fairy elder, you didn't dare to take a second look. I didn't expect that you would ask me. Sleep with the master, and when the time comes, this brat When your illness is resolved, the Lord will treat you well... oh!!"

The shopkeeper's evil hand was pinched by the man, and he staggered in the air, staggered and fell on the muddy ground, and became angry on the spot: "You!! As a monk, you actually shot at ordinary people! You are not afraid..."

"What are you afraid of? Don't think of me as a good person. I just had an accident. No one should think about it."

"You! You are sanctimonious!!"

Shocked by the coldness in his eyes, the shopkeeper hid in the room and closed the door, and the master and apprentice were turned away again.

"Sorry, it's my fault, I shouldn't be greedy for this moment..."

He pressed against Xingzhi's hot forehead, and hugged the person tightly. The latter's consciousness was blurred, his eyes opened a slit, and he couldn't see the person's face clearly.

As a bystander who witnessed his own past, Yu Fuchen finally recalled his feelings at that time.

"To...to..."

I want you to stay, but you are not allowed to go.

"Medicine... Master doesn't have any medicine, what should I do?"

The man was frowning, and was about to cry, but suddenly remembered something, and said: "Maybe there is still a way!"

The memory after that is blurred until the man's back is gone.

Yu Fuchen followed closely for a few steps, and ran to a simple house.

The room was filled with sandalwood, and there was a person lying on the couch half covered by the curtains. His flawless body was as white as jade under the moonlight. He seemed to have been ill for a long time, his face was flushed, and his body temperature was scorching.

There was a little boy lying on the side of the bed, his blood eyes were very eye-catching in the night.

Xingzhi shook Feng Changhuan's back, did not respond, patted the man's head... still no response.

"Start... bite, bite you..."

At this time, he was still not good at talking, full of wildness, half kneeling on the couch, beating the man's back with both hands.

... If he doesn't wake up again, I'm afraid he will continue to sleep like this.

"Wake up, wake up...get up...come up."

"Please, little ancestor, please let me go... I am a patient, I need to rest well."

"hungry……"

"I'm hungry too..."

After all, he is a child, his cognition is not yet complete, and he is used to being raised, so he doesn't know how to care about people.

After Feng Changhuan said this, he fell asleep again in a dazed state. He was also hungry, and threw himself on the man and tore his neckline indiscriminately, revealing a neck full of tooth marks, facing the man's shoulder and back. I dropped my mouth.

Yu Fuchen really wanted to stop him, but right now he didn't belong to this world.

He stared blankly at his weak hand, wanted to call out to Master but fell silent.

Looking up, Feng Changhuan is already sober and has long been used to it.

He raised his head, with a high pillow under his neck, his chin facing the sky, swallowed, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and sweat slid down.

Untimely, Yu Fuchen felt a throbbing, and took a few steps back helplessly.

He really has a deep affection for his master, even he can have unreasonable thoughts about the strange boy in the illusion.

... What a beast.

"thirsty……"

At that time, Feng Changhuan's lips and tongue were dry, his voice was hoarse, and he weakly held Xingzhi's hand.

The latter opened his mouth and wanted to bite his wrist, but the man hurriedly raised his hand to stop him, and said with a strong nasal voice: "What are you thinking, I don't want you!"

"hungry……"

"You're afraid that I'll be hungry... Don't worry, even if you swallow your bones, it won't be enough for me to stuff my teeth. It's not bad for you, good boy."

He was very good at acting, but he didn't know what he was doing, so he ran outside the door to pour water.

For this short moment, Feng Changhuan's eyes darkened, he stared at the bruises left by the backlash of the forbidden technique on his palm, and sighed helplessly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize that you were so seriously ill... If I had known that the spells in the fragments could change your fate, it wouldn't make you suffer for so long..."

After De Xingzhi brought the water bowl to his mouth to quench his thirst, Feng Changhuan coaxed the wolf cub to sleep, then put on a coat and got up to go out.

"I'm not familiar with it. I only treat me as food, and I don't have family members."

He sat under the eaves and talked to himself, took out the hookah pipe, twisted the shredded tobacco and lit the fire, took a deep breath, and his expression eased a lot.

Yu Fuchen recognized the object hooked between his fingers, which was exactly what Ming Sinian passed on to the master with his hand at that time.

In contrast, he was actually ignorant of Master's past...how ridiculous?

Knowing that he is a phantom, what he does will not be noticed by others, Yu Fuchen boldly sat beside that person, looking at the master who is much younger than himself at this moment, feeling endlessly disappointed.

"That bastard is me, isn't it?"

Feng Changhuan couldn't listen to his question, and smoked a cigarette alone in the night, for a long time, he uttered a word in a daze: "It hurts..."

There were wounds bitten by the little wolf cubs all over his body, and the blood would have drained dry for a mortal.

"Master..."

"It's cute though."

That person suddenly smiled, turned around, and met Yu Fuchen's gaze, and even caused the latter to have the illusion that perhaps Master... could see him.

If this is the case, how would Feng Changhuan feel when he saw Yu Fuchen today?

Yu Fuchen plucked up his courage and stretched out his hand towards the man's childish face, his lips turned white.

Knowing earlier...knowing that I owe him a lot earlier, how could I refuse to follow Master Xu Yun's last wish to worship him as my teacher?

How sad should he be when he said "extremely cold-blooded" in the Buddhist sect?No one in this world knows who that person is shedding his blood for better than himself, doesn't he...

The young Feng Changhuan and Yu Fuchen looked at each other and smiled as if they had passed away.

"Teaching you how to speak will not be in vain for this year's effort. The days are still long, so don't worry..."

With his words, many pictures flooded into his mind.

It was he who left the purgatory on earth with his young self in his arms, and there were scolding and reprimands behind him.

It was he who blocked the malicious and hurtful gravel with his thin arms, and showed the bright side of the sun in front of his eyes.

It was he who held his hand and walked the mountains and rivers, telling him what is the majesty of mountains and rivers, and what is the true love in the world.

It was he who took the trouble to teach himself to speak again and again: Master... respect...

Two scales that are difficult to say and easy to say, I have learned them for half a year, and he has taught them for half a year.

It was the same him, whenever he was hungry and yelled, he tore off his collar without saying a word, endured the pain of tearing, and filled his hungry stomach again and again...

"Master, I was wrong, give me another chance, please..."

Forbearance for a long time, as early as when they met again, as early as when he was apprenticed to the teacher again, as early as when he was protecting each other with his body, as early as... when his life was hanging by a thread.

The young man wept bitterly, he wanted to grasp the memory that was once abandoned in his hands, he wanted to embrace the afterimage of that person in his arms, but he was afraid that the mirror would shatter at the touch of a finger.

The dream will eventually go away, only the lingering sound lingers in my ears: "Xingzhi, put on your shoes quickly, you won't be afraid of getting sick from the cold, and you won't be afraid of Master's distress?"

"Huh! I want you to feel sorry for me, so that you won't share the pastry I gave to other little devils. You belong to me alone, so don't be nice to others!"

"You are so unreasonable..."

"I'm unreasonable! If you dare to leave me alone, I will... I will..."

"Don't worry, there won't be a day when Master says what he says."

"Then, Lagougou..."

But in the end, you left me alone...

You promised, you clearly promised...

Yu Fuchen knelt down on the ground in the darkness, covering his eyes overwhelmed, unwilling to look any more.

"He's a monster! It's not enough to hurt his parents, but he wants to hurt us too! Just protect him!!"

"After a serious illness, why didn't he die of illness! Keeping him will be a disaster sooner or later, why are you so obsessed with it!!"

"Leaving aside, yesterday my son came home crying and complained that Mowazi robbed his candied haws and put them in Xiujie. If his hands and feet are not clean, he is a misbehavior and should be expelled from the teacher's school. I said Fengxianchang, the theft You always have to give an explanation, there are thieves in the village, and everyone is in trouble."

"That's right! If you insist on keeping him and don't discipline him well, don't blame everyone for being ruthless!!"

In the illusion, Feng Changhuan, who was seriously ill, was pale, and stood against the door weakly. Facing the questions from the villagers, he put Xingzhi behind him and coughed badly.

"He waited on me by the bed yesterday, how could he rob other people's things... I know his temperament best, without my permission, he would never..."

"You can't stop him from insisting on being brave! There are so many refugees in the world who need the compassion of monks, why cling to one person? Because of him, Tian Yu has had no crops for two years. If this continues, everyone will starve to death sooner or later!!"

"If you can't bear him, get out together! Get out of Tianyu, and don't come back!!"

"Folks, please calm down first, this matter needs to be discussed in the long run."

When Feng Changhuan was targeted due to illness and lost his momentum, everyone was shocked by his words of persuasion. Judging from his reputation, he turned out to be the most respected doctor in the village, and the one who turned Feng Changhuan away on a rainy night.

Feng Changhuan frowned, and took half a step back suspiciously.

Sure enough, the shopkeeper of the pharmacy remembered the old hatred that he failed to get what he wished that day, and said with a wicked smile: "There is no real evidence to say that he harmed others, but the theft is evidenced by witnesses and material evidence, and we must punish them slightly to make others follow others. Otherwise, what are the rules? ?”

Everyone echoed the words, and even the strong man stepped forward, wanting to drag his actions before others.

"Stop! Where is the witness? Where is the physical evidence? He didn't..."

"There must be a limit to protect the calf, no more, no less, thirty lashes, and you can leave Tianyu after the beating, otherwise, none of you will have a good time!"

Feng Changhuan's sick face became paler, and he couldn't reason with others. He guarded his apprentice tighter, and stood in front of the strong man who wanted to do violence. I was punished for him."

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