Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

The line of sight was clear again, and the surroundings were already filled with flames.

Yu Fuchen was in it, and from a distance, he saw a black shadow wriggling with difficulty, it turned out to be two people huddled together in the chaos.

At this time, it has been several years later, and it is the middle of the year, covered in smoke and dust, trying to protect the person in his arms.

Feng Changhuan was hit hard and fainted for a long time, a bloodstain on his forehead was shocking.

The flames ruthlessly devoured the master and the apprentice, and the sound of killing was everywhere.

"Master! Master, wake up! Get up, get up!!"

Xing Zhi threw himself on the man, blocking the scorching fire with his small body.

He bit his lower lip, enduring the pain and dared not speak out, for fear of revealing his hiding place.

The shoulders of the two touched each other, Xingzhi's whole body was shaking, and the stench of scorched flesh lingered in his nostrils. He hated himself for being incompetent.

Why?Why is it only for him to be protected, and the master will always have to bear the unprovoked malice for him, and it seems to be a matter of course for him to accept all this with peace of mind.

"Master, wake up...wake up, please, open your eyes and see me, I, I'm afraid..."

He fell on Feng Changhuan's shoulder, weeping in a low voice.

Yu Fuchen felt a dull pain in his shoulder, and finally remembered where his scar came from. Seeing this scene, he thought that he was injured for protecting the wind and Changhuan, and the ups and downs in his chest finally calmed down a little.

On the other hand, the sleeping man let out a low moan in his throat, and gradually woke up, pressing the wounded place, feeling very distressed.

"Stupid! If you want to go first, why don't you run away!!"

"How could I leave you alone! I'm not a white-eyed wolf!!"

With a low growl, the tears could no longer be held back.

Xingzhi threw himself into the man's arms and cried bitterly: "I don't allow you to have anything to do, no! If you dare to abandon me, I will hate you forever! If you have the heart, I will hate you forever, and I will never forgive you in the next life. You can go to death! I don't care about you, I don't care..."

Feng Changhuan was moved, and the elder who had been holding his hand in the past was slack for a while, crying in front of his apprentice.

"I'm sorry, it's Master's fault that he failed to protect you well..."

"I don't want your apology! Let's run away together, please, okay? Master, don't leave me, don't want me..."

"behavior……"

"I used to think you were nagging and annoying, but I really... really like you, more than anyone else in the world, even more than myself. Master, you have protected me for six years, these six years , It is you who make me live again and again, I will not let go, I will never let go!!"

He pulled Feng Changhuan's wrist, the blood was fused together, and he couldn't tell whose injury hadn't stopped bleeding.

Under the firelight, the master and apprentice faced each other silently.

It would be good if time stopped here, at least he could confess his feelings calmly, but the next move of Feng Changhuan surprised Yu Fuchen.

Under the gaze of Xingzhi's tearful eyes, he stood up staggeringly, knelt down in front of the latter, and bowed his head.

"Master, please, please live on, please!... You are my hope for half my life, how can I let you and I fall into the endless hell..."

"Master!"

The hoarse child's voice was covered by the rolling thunder, and a thunderbolt fell, illuminating the stumped limbs and arms all over the mountains and plains.

In the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, a blood-colored gap was torn in the sky. Demons and monsters broke free from Jiuyou, scrambling to rush into the mortal world to devour the living beings.

"Walking and stopping, you have to remember that what is easy is difficult, stop fighting. As long as people still have desires in their hearts, disputes cannot be stopped. A teacher can protect you for a while, but cannot protect you forever."

After finishing speaking, he got up again and stood proudly on the top of the mountain in white clothes.

Under the long wind, Feng Changhuan's dark eyes showed determination, and he protected his beloved disciple who stubbornly stood in front of him and tried to stop the thousands of horses and horses.

"Today, my teacher named you Yu Fuchen. You must walk upright, sit upright, and help this rotten world. This is the last teacher's order."

"Master! Don't you want me? You promised me that you would not leave me behind."

"Being a teacher without faith, don't become such a bad person like me." He smiled miserably, and said softly: "The world is puzzled, but you can't be puzzled. You have been with me for many years, don't let me down .”

"Master!!"

"Listen well, Yu is Zouyu, with a tiger's body and a head, but a benevolent beast. For the rest of your life...you must not disgrace the teachings of your master, treat people kindly, and never do evil! More importantly..."

He hugged Xingzhi in his arms and put it close to his ear, he paused every word, his voice was very clear.

"Emperor Shun of the Yu clan...Xingzhi, you are...you were born to be..., even if you are smashed to pieces for your teacher today, you must not stand up."

Yu Fuchen's ears rang for a while, and he couldn't hear the rest of his words clearly.

He tugged at the corner of Feng Changhuan's clothes in the illusion, and begged humbly: "No, please...don't say it, I don't want to know..."

"Xingzhi, you have never been a devil boy. If you suffer all kinds of hardships, you can ascend to the position of emperor in Jiuchongtian. I have worked hard to help you for many years, so don't let me down."

Feng Chang laughed very reluctantly, very palely: "Xingzhi, you have to...live well!"

"I don't! You are dead, I will never live alone!!"

"Xingzhi, in this life, I live in peace, and I only want to love myself alone. It is your appearance that makes me understand that I live for you from the beginning to the end. I am as selfish as I am, and I am willing to protect you with my body and my life. , for the rest of your life to be safe."

After finishing speaking, he gritted his teeth cruelly, and pushed his lover off the cliff with a palm, the grin still remained on the corner of his mouth, and the sound transmission of Konggu lingered in his ears.

"Life is like a mayfly, and it is unattainable. Fortunately, I didn't hurt you for nothing..."

There was no screaming or fear in the deeds with a heart like ashes.

Farewell to life and death will come eventually.

He dragged himself along to survive, but his master endured the humiliation and died.

Until the end, Feng Changhuan transferred all his life skills away from the golden core and condensed it in the dantian, leaving sufficient preparations for the forbidden technique that he will perform in the near future, and then transported the spiritual flow in the palm of his hand, and cast a shock-absorbing enchantment for the falling action .

After finishing all this, he turned around and faced the Kyushu monks who came from all over the world like a tide alone, closed his eyes and sighed, sat cross-legged on the highest place, and caught them with his arms tied.

This year, he was 22 years old.

Under the attack of despair, Yu Fuchen shouted hoarsely. He rushed forward, trying to prevent the Kyushu cultivator from piercing the man's chest with his long sword. He was eager to explain that the man did not do the disaster, but he couldn't do it.

It was not done 12 years ago, and it cannot be done today.

He stood in front of Feng Changhuan, trying to block the knife and gun with his body, but he was a phantom after all, watching the sharp blade pass through his back and directly penetrate the man's heart.

The smell of blood was disgusting and dizzying, Feng Changhuan squinted his eyes and fell into a pool of blood.

The scene after that was chaotic, and he couldn't even remember how he rescued the master from the chaos of the battlefield, and dragged the man's rejuvenated body all night, rolling and crawling all the way to the Wuxiang Buddha sect.

After being sober again, Yu Xingzhi, whose expression had changed from before, knelt in front of the pit, staring at the person who was lying quietly in it, covered in blood, with his hands folded on his chest, with a painful expression, unable to flatten the frown between his brows.

Knowing that he can no longer get up, can no longer laugh, can no longer play with him as usual, but did not shed a tear.

Master Xuyun and Xuannan stood behind him, silent all the time.

"Master, I will soon forget you. Please forgive me for my disrespect. From now on, I will live as Yu Fuchen as you wish, and everything in the past will be dusted."

Xing Zhi scooped up a handful of loess, sprinkled it on the man, and let out a long sigh.

"If Master hadn't died, this would be the seventh year of my life and my fifth birthday. But now, at this very moment, I'm buried in the loess with you, even though God still keeps me Fate is here, and Yu Xingzhi also died along with Feng Zhinan. From now on, there will be only one demon in the world named Yu Fuchen, who was redeemed by you with his life, and is willing to change his ways and return to righteousness. Disciple, respectfully send Master... Disciple, Congratulations to Lord Miaofa Lianhua!!"

He never imagined that the master who had done good deeds all his life would end up in such a way that he couldn't even buy a thin-skinned coffin and was hurriedly buried in a corner of Wuxiang.

On the contrary, Yu Fuchen, who was a bystander, rushed forward hysterically, trying to brush off the dust covering the man's face, crying and wailing bitterly.

"Don't take him away... Please, don't take him away..."

As far as he could reach, there was nothingness, and his knees seemed to take root, and he had no strength to stand up anymore.

I vaguely recalled the poem that the man had taught him hand in hand: "There is love, but there is no hope."The color imparts the soul, and the heart is happy.

It turned out that as early as that time, he had the thought and awareness of deciding to die for himself. This love suppressed his heart, and he knew that there would never be a bright day, so he was not willing to kill it.

Yu Fuchen burst into tears.

You buried the bones in the mud, I sent the world to the world full of snow.

"Don't go... Master, it's too cold underground, I want to accompany you..."

However, Feng Changhuan's already cold body could no longer respond to his voice.

The man was lying in the tomb, cold and stiff, Yu Fuchen or Yu Xingzhi, who had despised him in the past, fell on his chest at this moment, begging him to take another look at him.

"Yu Xingzhi, you should wake up."

With Xuannan's sound of wake-up call, the clear sky was instantly clouded and darkness fell suddenly.

Wuxiang Mountain, Master Xuyun, childhood deeds, and Feng Changhuan, who had closed his eyes and slept forever, all turned into phantoms and disappeared. Yu Fuchen knelt in the same place blankly, as if what he experienced just now was just a big dream.

The nightmare was illusory, but it was a reality that he had personally experienced. In the half-dream and half-awake state, every time his heart beat, the pain would swallow him to pieces.

The fragrance of smoke is lingering, and the Buddha's voice is clear:

"Yu Xingzhi, the man has passed away, and the pain is useless. It is true that the Nightmare of Liberation can reproduce the grand scene when he was alive, but it is a vain after all, and it will never come true. Are you willing to live in pain forever?!"

"Do not……"

"So he has to be blessed by the heavens to return to life, what are you waiting for? Come back quickly!!"

The author has something to say: "Life is like a mayfly, never to be reached." From "Eight Miscellaneous Poems of Tian Family".

"Xun is affectionate, but hopeless." From "The Book of Songs·Guofeng·Wanqiu".

"The color imparts the soul, and the heart is happy." From "Shanglin Fu".

"You buried the mud in the spring to sell the bones, and I sent the snow to the world." From "Meng Weizhi".