Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

Before noon, Feng Changhuan was awakened by the sun. The pain all over his body made him exhausted. He suddenly opened his eyes and recalled the previous events. The more he thought about it, the colder he broke out in a cold sweat.

"Master, you are not feeling well, and you should be taken care of personally. The cold poison invades your body unbearably. Why don't you allow me to stay in your room and take care of you?"

"... Teacher has injuries."

"It doesn't matter, disciple sleeps most honestly!"

"...I believe you ghost, you little wolf cub is very bad."

The conversation from last night is still lingering in my ears. What is hard to accept is not that he half-pushed and tossed and turned with his apprentice on the bed in the chaos, but that when he faced the person he was thinking of, he unexpectedly, unexpectedly...

Feng Changhuan wanted to run away in desperation, and everyone gave each other a step as if nothing had happened. Unexpectedly, the heavy weight that had weighed on him for a whole morning was reluctant, and he still slept soundly after twisting his body a little. , he couldn't move at all!

... Oh, it really is his duplicitous wolf cub, on the surface he is very quiet and well-behaved, but once he becomes a beast, he is like a wolf and a tiger.

"This kid sleeps really badly..."

Feng Changhuan rubbed his sore waist, and was thinking about how to push Yu Fuchen away from him without waking him up, when suddenly a furry black shadow appeared in his vision, shaking, twisting his hind legs and kicking his butt sit on his face.

"Why even you join in the fun..."

A master wants to cry but has no tears.

Heizi is used to being in the outfield, no wonder it hits Yu Fuchen so well, it turns out he was the one who trained him, so it turns out he's his fault? !

"Stop, stop, go down!...It hurts!!"

It was really hard to say it, but if he didn't say it out of face, he was afraid that he would be suppressed by life and death, so he still had to say it.

Turning to look at Yu Fuchen again, he was in a deep sleep, lying on his stomach in front of Feng Changhuan's chest and embracing his waist, this is his usual sleeping position, his muscular back is really attractive, rising and falling with the rhythm of breathing.

His eyes were closed tightly, his eyelashes fluttered slightly under the morning light, and thick and long shadows were cast under his eyes.

The dull pain spurred Feng Changhuan to recall the farce of last night, and felt wronged when he thought of being tossed until dawn and didn't get a good night's sleep.

Feng Changhuan, or the old ghost who had changed his personality, suddenly raised his head, saw his situation clearly with his ghost eyes, including the miserable state of being injured and tortured in the past few days, and secretly lamented that this vulnerable body could not bear the powerful spiritual power.

He sneered, and finally flew into a rage when he saw a randomly arched head buried in front of his chest. His violent temper filled his heart, and he couldn't bear it and yelled: "Go away, apprentice animal! Are you still human!!"

A moment later, Yu Fuchen, who was rarely sober, pressed the bruise on his cheekbone at a loss.

The culprit still kept his posture of exercise with a cold face, his five fingers were accumulating strength, his joints were all white, and he clearly exuded a terrifying aura, but he was restrained by the injury and couldn't move an inch, which was a bit of a contrast.

Feng Changhuan's waist and legs were sore and weak, and his whole body was weak. He tried to get up several times but to no avail.

At this moment, he was unconscious, and his temper was not small. He couldn't even remember what happened last night, and Gu Zi was sullen.

"Master, have you misunderstood?"

"Presumptuous! How dare you be rude to me, get out and kneel!!"

"..."

Yep, this is another big drink.

Fake alcohol harms people.

"Master, are you feeling unwell?"

"No, it's very comfortable. After all these years, it's finally much easier... Bah! Get out, get out of you!!"

He was punched again, although Yu Fuchen was dizzy, but he believed that the master was kind enough to balance his injury, so that his face would not look too strange... Well, it was even more strange at all.

After going back and forth, I found out the master's temperament, got some words out of Xuannan's mouth, and guessed that the man really had murderous intentions in Lingxue Palace that day, so he instantly exploded his aura and body, and awakened the demons hidden in his body Bloody, so as to gain powerful spiritual power to fight against others.

However, a remnant body was hard to support, and it was almost split.

After all, his spiritual consciousness is still stronger than ordinary people. When he is exhausted, he can still condense divine power to protect Yu Fuchen's body. With the remaining spiritual power, he can seal the restless blood. Even in the end, he did not fail all living beings.

The only one who can't stand it is the self who has endured silently for many years.

"You're not entirely right. At that time, he was seriously injured and on the verge of death, and his spiritual power was too small to cast high-level spells. Maybe he broke the golden core again."

XuanNan, who wiped the wound on his face with medicinal wine, suppressed his smile, but Yu Fuchen's dissatisfaction and uneasiness eased a lot.

"Understood, I have an appointment with someone today, and I will come back later."

He waved his hand and went out, not caring about the swollen cheekbones on both sides, Ming Si Nian followed up in a muffled voice, after a long distance, Yu Fuchen said: "Don't send it away, go back and take care of the master."

"If you have something to hide from Master, I will always look after you for him."

To put it bluntly, is it because he doesn't want to be in the same room with Feng Changhuan, whose temperament has changed drastically?

When he was gentle, he didn't pursue Ming Sinian's revenge, but it didn't mean that he was still so good-tempered after his temperament changed. It is not impossible to chop up the traitor in a fit of anger.

Yu Fuchen didn't care too much, until the man held back for a while before speaking: "Listening to Yulou's list is very difficult, I don't want you to take the risk alone, multiple helpers are more insurance, why not cooperate."

He felt ashamed in his heart, and it was understandable that he wanted to contribute to Putuo Lianpetal.

"You have to tell the truth. That day, the mere prototype of the martial arts you used was enough to hurt people. It shows that you have not been hiding your strength for a day or two. No matter what your original intention is, you must always treat each other sincerely as your own person in the future. This requirement Not too much, right?"

Calm down and recall, what shocked Yu Fuchen that day at Lingxue Palace was not only Ming Sinian's defection, but also the incomplete sword he drew from his blood.

Ordinary monks seldom say that Yuheng's strength is needed to refine the second martial arts. Mingsi is young and majors in healing, so it is really extraordinary to have such strength.

In this regard, the latter did not give a clear response, but instead asked: "Do you really believe me?"

"What's wrong with giving you a chance? Master, regardless of previous suspicions, I'm not good at making things difficult for you, am I?"

...that sounds reasonable.

The two of them headed west all the way, seeing the snow-smeared city tower in the distance, Ming Sinian stopped and did not move forward.

"I can only accompany you here, go early and return early."

"Not together?"

Ming Sinian shook his head, but Yu Fuchen wanted to ask more but was politely refused.

Snow Misty City is a symbol of the centralized power of mortals. Before stepping into Taoxi, this kid has a good family, could it be...

It's a pity that Yu Fuchen had very little patience when dealing with people other than Feng Changhuan, so he walked towards the city gate without thinking much, and as expected, he met the Ming palace merchant who had been waiting for a long time.

"I am very honored to have the Immortal Elder come as promised. Last time I left in a hurry, I didn't have time to invite the Immortal Elder to sit at the mansion. I wonder if I will be lucky today..."

"Master Ming, you don't need to be too polite. Today is to repay my urgent kindness that day. I appreciate your kindness."

As he spoke, he took out three gold leaves from the Qiankun bag and handed them to the attendant.

If you want to ask where the money came from, Xuannan, who has nothing in his sleeves and is heartbroken at the moment, knows it all too well.

Ming Gongshang had anticipated his estrangement, smiled politely, did not show any annoyance, and did not intend to easily let go of this rare opportunity.

"You don't have to be polite, it's just a matter of raising your hands. The immortal elder knows how to repay you. I think the rules of the teacher's school are very strict. Dare to ask who is the teacher and what kind of expert is it?"

A few words revealed the truth, earlier Yu Fuchen thought he was trying to collude with those who cultivated the world, but now it is obvious that he is coveting his master...

Seeing him squinting his phoenix eyes, Ming Gongshang felt suspicious, presumably he was thinking of retreating, and secretly raised his hand to stop him.

The moment his skin touched, Yu Fuchen felt a powerful spiritual flow pouring in from his palm, causing the dormant power in his body to resonate.

This person is actually born with a spirit body! !

Yu Fuchen didn't resist the approach of Ming Gongshang, and let the latter take the opportunity to take advantage of the situation. With a sly smile on his face, he approached Yu Fuchen's ear, and said in a low voice:

"When I ran into him in the city that day, I was surprised to learn that you had reclaimed his wasteland and allowed your own evil seeds to take root. Yu Fuchen, I have always underestimated you."

"……what are you saying??"

"Didn't you always want to know the details of Ming Si Nian? If you cooperate with me, you will know whether he is trustworthy or not."

All the crows in the world are black, could it be that everyone with the surname Ming came from merchants?Wouldn't it be a pleasure to be in contact with this kind of person?

But the fact that Ming Gongshang spoke out meant that he knew Yu Fuchen inside out, including his experience and situation, and even Ming Sinian's every move.

For a mortal, he knows too much.

In order to conceal his inner wavering, Yu Fuchen chuckled, and pressed Ming Gongshang's chin to push him away, expressing his rejection.

"Give up, I'm not your shortcut, and there is no shortcut in this world."

"Yes, you clearly know that there are."

Ming Gongshang was still smiling, with a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes.

No wonder Ming Si Nian would rather blow the cold wind outside the city than come to the door with him.

"You have your Feng family's Changhuan, but there are many people who are rare in the world. It is human nature to be jealous, so can you please wrong yourself and be a shortcut for me to reach the sky?"

"Minggong Shang, don't even think about it."

"If that person knew about your worst past, would he still recognize you as an apprentice?"

As soon as Yu Fuchen's eyes dimmed, Ming Gongshang knew that he was in his favor, and the cunning retreated instantly, replaced by a seductive bewitchment, and whispered in his ear with a charming voice:

"Why don't you think about it again, you will need me in the future, Xingzhi...brother."

The author has something to say: Don't think wrong!Milk dust and Shizun haven't done anything yet! !

...but it won't be so in a few days~

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