Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

"Teaching is not strict, the teacher is lazy. If this is the case, I should be punished for him."

"don't want!!"

Xingzhi tugged at the man's hand, his cheeks puffed out angrily.

No!I don't allow you to be stupid!

"Traitor! Didn't you listen to the teacher's words!"

Feng Changhuan coughed a few times, out of breath, stopped when he saw the situation, and clenched his finger with two small fists, and was about to cry, his eyes were red, and he bared his canine teeth at the crowd.

"No... no!"

He was so fierce that the villagers retreated one after another to avoid being hurt by him.

The rumors have been spread for too long, and everyone's mouth can make money. Even they themselves firmly believe that the child is a nonsense that the child is a devil, so they are naturally afraid of him.

Others didn't know anything about it, so how could Feng Changhuan not know about his physique, so he leaned over and pressed his shoulders, and whispered in his ear:

"Stop, don't be impulsive. You are born with a spiritual body, a tyrannical spiritual flow, and you can't get angry. As a teacher, I am not afraid of you hurting others, but I don't want you to hurt yourself. As long as you are safe and sound, no matter how big a mess you make, you will be safe." There is a master to quell disasters for you."

"Don't... don't want you to replace..."

"It's only thirty lashes. As a teacher, I'm not too weak to be vulnerable."

He hadn't recovered from his illness, but he smiled calmly, pushed Xingzhi to the back room and locked the door.

Hearing the noise fade away, the latter slammed on the door panel, uttering a few words indistinctly, unable to connect a word.

Yu Fuchen looked at the little child in the illusion and cried, his knuckles were bloodied, his guilt eased a little, and he no longer hated his young self as much as he did at first.

In fact, he cared about that person, just like that person cared about him, but he didn't know how to express it.

Later, Xingzhi broke open the door and chased out following the voices of the people, and saw the man on the execution platform at the entrance of the village, his hands bound by iron chains, wearing only a thin white shirt and beaten all over his body with bruises.

The bloodstains were shocking, and he would rather fold than surrender, kneeling in front of others to bear the unwarranted charges and malice.

No, it's not him... It's me who did the wrong thing, and he shouldn't be the one to take the blame.

A howl caught the eye, and Xingzhi pushed through the crowd and tried to climb up to the scaffold, but he was too short and his legs were too short, and the man was out of reach for him.

Feng Changhuan hesitated to speak several times, turned away from his pale face, and said in a pleading tone, "Xingzhi, don't look...don't look..."

Her skinny and proud body was broken by others, even Feng Changhuan couldn't bear the humiliation, she bit her lips and remained silent, wishing that this would end the farce.

For the first time in his life, Xingzhi hoarsely called out to him: "Master..." Feng Changhuan raised his eyes in surprise, burst into tears, struggling to escape from the shackles, and hugged his poor and lovely apprentice in his arms.

"Master! You are not allowed to replace me! No!!"

Yu Fuchen looked sad, and wanted to hug his childhood self to the execution platform, so that he could reunite with the only bright light in his life.

He even thought sadly that if someone was willing to help him at that time, perhaps he would not have gone astray in the end.

He walked up to Feng Changhuan, finally mustered up the courage, hugged the tearful man in his arms, put his chin against his forehead, and kissed him lightly.

"Master, I'm sorry, it's my fault... In fact, you know that I did something wrong. You understand that what I did is hard to ask for forgiveness, but you block the abuse and attacks for me. You are so stupid...you are really stupid." , knowing that I am an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf, why bother..."

"White-eyed wolf? It's nothing, you are a wolf cub, it's true that you bite someone when you disagree, it really hurts me a lot, but I remember all the good things for you, don't I?"

Afterwards, Feng Changhuan, who rarely regained his energy, lay prone on the couch, the terrible wound on his back had scabbed, and he let the frowning Xingzhi apply the ointment for him.

"You know!"

"Huh? Know what."

"Don't play dumb!!"

The man smiled and was not ashamed to lie.

"No, I don't know that you were bullied and kept silent, I didn't see that you went out to collect medicine for me that day, and you were blocked by the village urchins to make fun of you. , I wanted to ask someone to give you one, but the naughty boy would rather throw it on the ground and step on it than give it to you. If it wasn't for the fever and weakness at that time, the master would definitely beat him up for you."

"……certainly not."

"Hey, it's not a big deal. Don't blush. I didn't let you eat candied haws because I didn't take good care of you. Next time, wait for the next chance..."

"I said no! I want to, I want to..."

Xing Zhi pouted, his cheeks were flushed, and he held back for a long time before he could tell the truth: "You are very sick, and the soup and medicine are so bitter...I think, if I want you to eat something sweet, it won't...won't be so uncomfortable gone."

Feng Changhuan was stunned.

Dazed for a long time, he held his behavior in his arms, his expression was both happy and sad.

There should be thousands of words in his heart, but he didn't say a word.

Yu Fuchen caressed the back of his hand, and sighed: "Master, I'm sorry, I've been hiding something from you all this time, but at this moment, I... can't leave you anymore."

Fantasy retraces.

The realm of the East China Sea, a paradise.

A chessboard is sitting on both sides, one person is sitting upright, the other is crossing his left knee, his right leg is dangling on the edge of the low couch, holding a sunspot in his hand to play.

"Mr. Fahua is really good at chess, and I lost this game again."

"The patriarch is merciful, such humility is really disappointing to the younger generation."

Facing the light make-up and bright clothes, Feng Changhuan did not panic in the slightest, and Yu Fuchen guessed that this might be Yikui Patriarch, the rumored head of the Taoxijian School of Medicine in the Middle East.

"To be honest, I didn't come across the sea to go to Yi. I have an unfeeling request, and I also ask the patriarch to give you a noble hand."

"Your face is pale, your qi and blood are empty, and your energy is not strong. It can be seen that you are plagued by stubborn illnesses, long-term illnesses and traumatic injuries. After leaving the Buddhist sect, your life is not easy."

"Nothing, I found the person I have been looking for for many years, and I am alive."

Patriarch Yikui shook his head helplessly and waved at him, and the man obediently passed his wrist over. After a while, the elder frowned and said, "You're actually practicing evil skills? You're really messing around, don't you want to die!"

Feng Changhuan smiled: "Zhana is not enough, I have no relationship with Buddhism and Taoism, in order to save him, I can do anything."

Before Patriarch Yikui could answer, a boy of about the same age and behavior poked his head out from behind, grabbed the hem of her clothes, showing timidity.

"Father, I..."

"Si Nian, didn't you want you to entertain guests from far away?"

"His... eyes are red, the senior sister said he was a strange..."

Patriarch Yikui hurriedly covered the mouth of the young Si Nian, and looked at Feng Changhuan full of scruples, but the man didn't seem to care, and his smile was still there.

"No, he is my apprentice, not a monster."

"But he... is so fierce."

"It's not like this after getting acquainted. It took me quite a while to make him let go of his guard. If I open my heart to you easily, I will be unhappy."

As he said that, he beckoned to the neglected Xingzhi, and sure enough, the latter obeyed him in every possible way, and obediently put his head into his arms, waiting to be caressed.

"You see, he knows his family."

Back to the topic, Patriarch Yikui was very helpless: "Do you know how much this will hurt you? You have to be innocent all your life and cut off your desires to dissolve one ten-thousandth of his demonic nature. You are not afraid..."

"Don't be afraid, Patriarch, I am not afraid. Since I am determined to practice this way, I have the consciousness to change his life. In fact, I came from a long distance, not to ask you to heal my illness, but to have some small needs."

"You are really... well, let's be blunt, how can I help you?"

"I was injured a few days ago, and my body is recovering well, but the scars are difficult to get rid of. I am not someone who cares about my appearance, but... I will always feel sad when I see my scars. I don't want him to feel guilty about it in the future ,so."

"Scars are easy to get rid of, but heartaches are hard to heal. Even so, life is inevitable, so why bother?"

Feng Changhuan pinched Xingzhi's chubby face, smiled without saying a word.

Knowing that he is stubborn, and it is difficult to turn back on what he insists on, Patriarch Yikui stopped persuading him and changed his words: "Since this is the case, I also want something as a reward for trading with you."

"...Patriarch, you are becoming more and more unreasonable."

"I have no reason to talk to you, so I simply don't make sense. If you want to ask the old man for help, you will accept Si Nian as your disciple. Although what happened back then has nothing to do with you, but you can't stay out of it, and always think about the way to return to the world."

"This……"

Feng Changhuan struggled with how to decline, and saw that Xingzhi took a bite of the back of his hand in his mouth, and retracted his hand in pain. He was staring at him with bloody eyes, bared his teeth and made a silent threat, and couldn't help smiling bitterly: "Look, Xiao Zhi'er forbids me to get close to others, and I am not the only one who has the final say."

"I can give you ten years. If he can live for ten years, it's not too late for you to come and bargain with me. But if you can't..."

"Patriarch, you may have misunderstood something. My apprentice is not to be underestimated, and neither are you."

He smiled and exuded an irresistible aura.

Patriarch Yikui closed his eyes and sighed, no longer arguing with him.

It wasn't until this time that Yu Fuchen realized that the transformation of that person had already begun when he was young. The so-called evil art might be one of the five forbidden arts that the cultivation world kept silent about—the Yihui technique.

It is rumored that if you practice this skill to the ninth level, you can change your body with an immortal soul. According to the practitioner's own skills, different effects can be created. A hundred years ago, Xiu Chuyu, who was called the Demon Lord, used this magical technique to live forever. For a hundred years, he did all kinds of evil and harmed the world, until the genius who wanted to break apart was stopped by the emperor Tianyao. After his death, his soul fled to Jiuyou Huahai, and he has never been whereabouts since then.

Could it be...

He suddenly looked at Xingzhi, who was acting like a baby in the arms of the master in the illusion, those bloody and strange pupils... suddenly remembered Feng Changhuan, who in the real world has chaotic consciousness and often deviates from behavior, could it be...

Could it be that in order to save him from the sea of ​​suffering and avoid the name of a devil boy, that person is willing to exchange his life and bear the pain and suffering for the rest of his life?

The person who should have caused troubles in the world back then was not Feng Changhuan, but his unpredictable behavior, that person who bore the notoriety for 12 years on his behalf, and that person who went to Jiuyou Huahai on his behalf to die calmly.

It was also that person who refused to step into reincarnation and insisted on returning to life, using his dead body to protect him time and time again.

"Master... I..."

I owe you too much, even if I spend my whole life, it will never end...

The author has something to say: Thank you all for reading the text.

Here is an explanation of the reason for the slow update, because I don’t get off work until [-] o’clock in the evening, and it’s already early in the morning after I go home and finish typing. Sometimes I’m lazy and may only write a chapter in two days. I’m sorry everyone, I will try my best to update!Thanks for the support!