Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

If you don't have anything to show your courtesy, you can either rape or steal!

Knowing that this person had bad intentions, Yu Fuchen, who had nowhere to go, was forced to accept his kindness.

As a monk, the bottom line is not to cause chaos in the mortal world. Once he makes a move, he will definitely attract attention, and it will be more than just being entangled.

He was carrying the medicine bag kindly given by Ming Gong Shang, and glanced at the latter's attire, he was really wearing gold and silver, so luxurious!

Even the stones adorned on the soles of the boots are high-quality agate, so even if he knew little about the mortal world, Yu Fuchen could guess that this person was related to the royal family.

Xuannan once told him that mortals have been pursuing the law of immortality since the time of the first emperor, just to consolidate the kingship and rule the world. If there is an inch of rebellion, it will be shot back to a foot, and the cycle goes back and forth, endlessly.

It is destiny for the royal family not to step into the realm of cultivation, it is a dead end, and it is also an insurmountable gully between the two realms of cultivators.

Walking to the gate of Xueyu City, Yu Fuchen thanked Ming Palace Merchant for his kindness: "Thank you for your help today, and I will definitely repay today's kindness if we meet again by fate."

The latter has experienced in the officialdom for many years, understands the principle of step-by-step, and did not insist on going with him, so he bowed his head and said goodbye: "I wonder if I can know the surname of Xianchang?"

"Miangui, my surname is Yu, and my first name is Fuchen. You can call me to stop."

"I will wait for the good news here in three days. Mrs. Wanwang's body has recovered, and I will send you off to the immortal elder."

After the courtesies were over, Yu Fuchen came back on the wind with his Luan knife. His original intention was not to cause trouble, but he hoped that the cultivation world would not be disturbed. If something unexpected happened, wouldn't he have to move his home again?

It was already late when we returned to the deserted temple, XuanNan was lying on the edge of the table, drooling in sleep, Feng Changhuan was still lying on the bed, his posture hadn't changed a bit from when he left, and even the disheveled forehead hair remained the same.

Yu Fuchen didn't disturb Xuannan, and changed Feng Changhuan into a clean undershirt, so as not to make him sick due to the cold night, and moved carefully, not to hurt the wound.

"Master, others laughed and said that you are weak after giving birth, you should wake up quickly and argue..."

Rubbing the man's stiff finger bones, Yu Fuchen felt uncomfortable, and it happened that Xuannan woke up and taunted him: "Don't get tired of it, go to decoct the medicine when you get back, feed him and discuss the future. "

The wolf cub was very helpless, and tried to pry open the man's clenched teeth, but he couldn't feed a drop of water, so he could only look at his dry lips anxiously.

"Hey mouth to mouth, idiot, didn't he teach you?"

"??!"

"You even have this kind of obscene books. If you say you don't know how to do it, will the monk believe it?"

Without explanation, Xuannan slapped his face head-on, and the pages of the book rustled with his slap, Yu Fuchen stared blankly at the beautifully bound words thrown on his face, at a loss for what to do.

""Cocktail 72"? This is mine?!"

XuanNan glared at him: "Otherwise, could it still be treasured by a monk like a monk?"

The more vague what he said, the more puzzled Yu Fuchen became. He simply opened a page to browse the content. Unexpectedly, what caught his eye was not the complicated words, but the fragrance of two graceful bodies. scene.

At first he didn't comprehend the mysteries of it, he just regarded it as a move and a style of divine kung fu, the person in the upper position gathered the spiritual power of his whole body in the dantian, eager to subdue the person who was resisting with all his strength, while the one below used his extraordinary leg skills to pull back In a city, the two are facing each other, not giving up half a point.

After a while, he saw something strange in it, the expressions of the two people in the picture = why are they so ambiguous?Could it be...

"Xuannan! You shameless lewd monk, you use such things to confuse people, you! You have bad intentions!!"

"Don't spout blood. It's clearly found out from your pile of trash. How dare you say that you have no unreasonable thoughts about him?"

The matter of master and apprentice... is exciting.

Excitement is dead!

In terms of spiritual power, Feng Changhuan will never lose to others, but compared to strength, the duplicitous wolf cub in front of him has a bit of an advantage.

Maybe it's... like that? ?

Xuannan didn't want to mention this matter again, so he reluctantly closed his mouth. On the other hand, the helpless Yu Fuchen felt that the erotic palace was immoral, and he muttered obscene and shameless words, but his eyes did not move. Open means, on the contrary, the more you read it, the more addictive it becomes. Turning a few pages in a row is considered an enlightenment.

"'72 Styles of Cocktail' is really amazing..."

"Why are you admiring him, he will be revived by you sooner or later!"

It would be a good thing if he could really wake up.

Xuannan slipped his tongue for a while, and inadvertently revealed that the possibility of Feng Changhuan waking up is very small, and before Yu Fuchen could react, he changed his words and said, "By the way, did you have an accident for so long today? You didn't cause trouble outside. Make trouble."

"No, but I met a strange person, his name is... Gong Shang?"

Xuannan's pouring hand trembled, a little tea soup spilled out of the cup, and he hurriedly wiped it, taking advantage of the situation to cover up his uneasiness.

"Is his surname Ming?"

"Huh? Said to be a famous palace merchant...name, Ming? Could it be that his surname is Ming??"

Obviously this surname made him have bad memories, his complexion sank, he waved his hand to signal Xuannan not to mention it again, and Gu Zi went out to make medicine for that person.

He still doesn't understand the reason why Ming Si Nian betrayed his master. If he said that he had ulterior motives in his apprenticeship from the beginning, couldn't treating each other sincerely these days not make him give up the idea of ​​harming others?

He never imagined that the person who defended his master in every possible way would raise his sword and point it at his benefactor who wholeheartedly treated him kindly when the soldiers approached the city.

At that time, in order to resist the attacks of monks from various sects, Feng Changhuan resolutely stood in front of him to protect each other with his life. How could Ming Sinian...

"You still hate him?"

"Shouldn't you hate it?"

Xuannan came uninvited, rubbed his rosary and sat beside him, staring at the small fire in the clay stove, knowing that Yu Fuchen knew these things well, but he just didn't want to face them.

Including the fact that Ming Si Nian did not kill Feng Chang Huan, only a few people in the world know that the latter's body is different from ordinary people, his heart grows on the right side, even if it penetrates the left chest, his life will not be in danger, Ming Si Nian is one of them.

"Perhaps, he wanted to save Feng Zhidi. Not long after you left, I found this in front of the door. You should know it."

He handed over a hookah pipe decorated with pearls and jade, the style was very familiar.

Yu Fuchen rubbed the engraved patterns on the hookah stick with his fingertips, feeling mixed feelings in his heart, and sighed: "Does he think he can please me like this?"

"It's not flattery, it's redemption. The matter has come to this point, Ming Si Nian won't extravagantly ask for forgiveness, he just wants peace of mind. If you don't even give him a chance, maybe the friendship between the same family really will come to an end."

"I don't need a teacher, I only need a teacher."

Xuannan was stunned for a moment, feeling that these words sounded very familiar.

After thinking about it, I recalled that Yu Xingzhi, who was only seven years old, had said the same thing to Master Xuyun when he first came to the Buddha School.

There is only one person in this world who is worthy of being his master, and it is enough for him to be by his side forever.

Later, Yu Fuchen, whose memory was sealed, didn't know that Master Xuyun was troubled by his attachments for a long time, and finally decided to respect his choice, and did not take him into his sect until the end of his life.

At that time, he still laughed at him as awkward, completely unaware that the person who caused him to be lonely in the Buddhist sect for many years was himself. Now that I think about it, maybe this kid also has an instinct similar to Feng Changhuan's.

Master and apprentice in this life is really not for nothing.

"There is one thing that I have wondered for a long time. How did you know that the little monk is in Tianyu Mountain? It is true that the little monk intends to cooperate with you, but he did not expect that things would develop so quickly. road?"

Yu Fuchen nodded: "I took my master to escape from Lingxue Palace. I was in a panic and didn't know where I was going. On the way, a man in blood told me to come to Tianyu Mountain, saying that there would be noble people to help me."

If I had known that the one waiting here would be this unreliable demon monk, he would never have sent him here in vain!

"This is strange, I don't know any blood-clothed people."

"How? Even that "Cocktail Style 72" is also him... Aren't you guys in the same group?"

"Of course not. It's suspicious to hear you say that. It's a secret that the little monk hides here to recuperate from his wounds. No one should know. Hearing that the disciple of 36 Pei died tragically, and a similar case happened in Lingxue Palace later, the little monk knew that he was doomed." , ran away in a hurry and had a fight with nothingness, the little monk used a blindfold to pretend that Xugui was dead. It stands to reason that that little trick can't be hidden from nothingness, but..."

Speaking of flirtatious red clothes, the first thing that comes to mind is naturally the beautiful spiritual girl in Jiuyou Huahai, but he also mentioned a man.

man……

that person?No way……

Xuannan's expression was serious, Yu Fuchen sensed something was wrong, and asked, "Do you have any clues?"

"No, no... Next time you can be more careful, don't trust others, what if it hurts you?"

"No, if he hadn't cast a spell to protect Master's veins and temporarily stabilize his injury, he wouldn't be able to persist in coming to see you."

The more he talked, the more doubts he had. Xuannan jumped up excitedly, grabbed Yu Fuchen's collar and asked, "He cast a spell? What kind of spell? Why didn't the little monk notice it?!"

"You ask me, I also..."

"Yu Xingzhi, I'm afraid that old ghost crawled back from hell to the human world is not God's favor at all! Yu Xingzhi, he is a monster! Monster!!"

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